She told me she had seen him. I wished she had not done that. Only 1 month and it seemed so long. I had tried so hard to put it all behind me. So much so that it was as if he did not exist in the first place. But he did. And that little incident proved it. She said she was disappointed, that she didn't expect things to turn out this way. Neither did I. But I'm glad I had not stayed behind that day. In fact, I'm glad that I'm probably not going to see him ever again. It is said that time can heal all wounds. Patience is what I need now. Perhaps it was good after all, that things do not always go the way I want it to. Thankful, that's what I should be feeling now.
Saw this quote somewhere,
Saw this quote somewhere,
"A retentive memory is a good thing. But the ability to forget is the true token of greatness".
Lord, I want to forget.
