I’m waiting for the day when this date, this day just becomes any other passing day of every year that is yet to come. It took a whole lot of time to
get over one date only to be branded by another. As if constant ticks in your head aren't the only reminders you have to get over, you have to survive this one day. This one day, where you tried so hard once to make it a special event for someone.
It’s like the anxiety starts a
day before, you know what’s coming and you know you have to survive it. You have to preoccupy yourself because you know the onslaught of the memories will end up in a blood bath. If you think this is harsh, along with it comes a lot of anger towards yourself because you still
end up praying and hoping for that person’s well being, the one incidentally who
never bothered about yours.
This is the pain you have to deal with when you
really care for a person and even though they hurt you every single time, you
still end up being their well-wisher. Agree with me now that it sucks to be a ‘good
person’.
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