Moving On

I attended our college community homecoming last night, hoping against hope that I can find closure to a long muted relationship. The community has grown, double our number when I was a graduating student. It is always nice to see people you have spent years of your life with again. It is also nice to meet new members of the community. Memories do come back in a rush and it feels good. For some, there is a lot of catching up to do.

But times do change. And people do change in time. We said our hi's and hello's, we embraced, we had cordial exchanges and I was hoping. The night wore on with nothing much unusual. Till we bade goodbye, till I learned something, till the silence that dropped dead...

I didn't know what to feel. I was in a state of wonder. I tried to reject what I was feeling but it was strong enough to pierce into my heart. I had to accept it. I am hurt. But for what? I don't have any reason to feel this way. It was just that the time is up and I need to wake up and move on...Yes, it will only get better...

I hope that we find the happiness we desire...