That was just a dream, just a dream.


"That's it? It's over?" her friends asked the woman. She couldn't blame them for being dis-believing when she said "yes"
How could she be this blase about something that almost took over her life for months? If she admitted the truth to herself, she wasn't as unaffected as she said she was. But there's only so much you can wallow in fantasies about something that you don't really know, except for what you'd built up in your head. A lot of time does that to you. Even more time makes you realize just how stupid and pointless it is, even though you always knew in your heart it was. But one day, one fine day, it will sink in, and all or most of that hope will go away, replacing that 'maybe' with 'whatever.' You realize that it never was what it was. They never are what they are. You never are what you are.

2 comments:

Scribblers Inc said...

How VERY interesting. And I am awed by your reading; wish I had that sort of time. *JEALOUS*

wishes
Scribblers Inc.

Sadhana. said...

Thanks! :D

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