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Walk
The wind was blowing, the sun was shining, the sky was blue and the birds were chirping. In short, it was a perfect day. It's on perfect days like this that I took long walks around the neighborhood. To take a long break from studying, to clear my head, to get a breath of fresh air, or plainly just to walk. Today, it was to clear my head. In my black outfit, I was in complete contrast to the brightness of the day.
Don't you just hate it when the things you don't want to think about are exactly the things you find yourself thinking about? You try to think of somethng else yet they constantly pound on your brain. Things that make you say to yourself "I should've done this", or "I shouldn't have done that" or "if only this"... Or "I should NEVER have listened to so and so." But then you can't change anything now, can you?
"You're my sister. He's my best friend. PLEASE be nice to each other."
Don't you just hate it when people tell you things, and you don't understand why they do? It's like in the Truman Show. Everybody seems to know you more than you do. It's a giant conspiracy, and you're not in on it.
"Is he your boyfriend? You're so lucky." He is not, and I am not.
"It's so nice to see two people trully in love." Who's in love?
"I'm sorry about what happened. I know you were very close." Were we?
Don't you just hate it when you realize something --- something so simple that even your six-year-old sister had already figured it out? It's been there all along, yet you never saw it, even if it was staring at you right in your face.
"I love him."
Don't just hate it when you get a revelation so glorious on such a glorious day, only to be faced with the facts...
That it's too late...
That he was gone...
And you're too late.
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