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"HEYYY!" the voice snapped him out of his thoughts. he had spotted her through the crowd and was having a heated internal debate on whether he should approach her, but she saw him and saved him from having to make a decision. he was struck by her apparent nonchalance over the issue, as compared with what had gone through his mind earlier. it was almost as if he didn't matter.
"hiii," he said, trying to sound as enthusiastic as he could muster, as she leaned in for a hug. it was awkward. this girl whom he once knew so well, she now felt strange and foreign in his embrace. "how have you been?" she asked, and continued talking while her voice trailed off in his head, lost in the flood of his own thoughts. he had not planned on seeing her again for the rest of his life, or at least as much as he could avoid it, since the day he said goodbye for the last time.
in the 3 years that passed, his stance had softened considerably, the ebb of time washing away his hatred, blurring the details, and as much as he hated to admit it, left behind mostly happy memories. at times, he questioned himself. could he have done better? was he to blame for the breakdown? sometimes during idle moments or when he passed one of the places they used to hang out, he'd even wonder how things would be now had they stayed together.
"yea, yea, i've been good..." he found himself saying. he didn't realise it but for some time now, she had been holding his arm, perhaps trying too soon to return to the familiarity they once shared. quite suddenly and painfully, he noticed her hand holding him. he didn't like it, this strange girl holding him like that. he looked at her face and into her eyes and couldn't decide if she'd really changed that much or had his memory of her fade so badly?
remember only the good things, he nearly smiled to himself, as though he found vindication to his arguments. she looked much uglier than he ever remembered. who is this girl? and if something as basic as what she looked like he had trouble recalling, he couldn't imagine how terribly warped the rest of his memories of her could be. "sorry but i have to go now," he said. "i'm running late." he didn't even bid her farewell because goodbye was 3 years ago.
"hiii," he said, trying to sound as enthusiastic as he could muster, as she leaned in for a hug. it was awkward. this girl whom he once knew so well, she now felt strange and foreign in his embrace. "how have you been?" she asked, and continued talking while her voice trailed off in his head, lost in the flood of his own thoughts. he had not planned on seeing her again for the rest of his life, or at least as much as he could avoid it, since the day he said goodbye for the last time.
in the 3 years that passed, his stance had softened considerably, the ebb of time washing away his hatred, blurring the details, and as much as he hated to admit it, left behind mostly happy memories. at times, he questioned himself. could he have done better? was he to blame for the breakdown? sometimes during idle moments or when he passed one of the places they used to hang out, he'd even wonder how things would be now had they stayed together.
"yea, yea, i've been good..." he found himself saying. he didn't realise it but for some time now, she had been holding his arm, perhaps trying too soon to return to the familiarity they once shared. quite suddenly and painfully, he noticed her hand holding him. he didn't like it, this strange girl holding him like that. he looked at her face and into her eyes and couldn't decide if she'd really changed that much or had his memory of her fade so badly?
remember only the good things, he nearly smiled to himself, as though he found vindication to his arguments. she looked much uglier than he ever remembered. who is this girl? and if something as basic as what she looked like he had trouble recalling, he couldn't imagine how terribly warped the rest of his memories of her could be. "sorry but i have to go now," he said. "i'm running late." he didn't even bid her farewell because goodbye was 3 years ago.
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sounds like she has moved on and he has not. or maybe she's just acting to show that she's over him and so much happier now (aka she "wins")
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dqb, at April 22, 2011 12:11 pm
don't you think it's rather funny how they can have such different feelings about the things they experienced 'together' ?
so close but FOREVER ALONE.
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cr, at April 23, 2011 12:17 am
i think they both loved each other before, i don't doubt that. that's the best part of it. but i guess the guy can't remember the good times because the painful memories block them out. and then he began to doubt everything.
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dqb, at April 23, 2011 6:01 pm
but the story says that he only remembered the good times, that's where the problem lies.
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cromber, at April 23, 2011 10:41 pm
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSdELZxEnHY&feature=player_embedded
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Sam.ant.ha, at April 26, 2011 11:47 pm
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