I still feel that wave of sadness hitting me hard on the face whenever i see something related to that incident. When i pause and think about it for a second more, memories just flood through. It's difficult to forget, especially the pain inflicted upon. I still feel it as though the wound was still fresh. I've tried. Really hard. To forget everything, to let go. But i can't. Perhaps it's because i can't forgive and forget. I don't know. The gush of emotions just come, smacking me hard and leaving me downcasted. I don't know. I've been running away from things. But even if i do face it, what difference would it make? Anger should overpower sadness but it doesn't seem so. Sixth sense, or women's intuition. Whatever you call it, i feel it. She must be there, spreading rumours, untrue gossips, talking behind my back, of her version of whatever happened between us, just like how she told me about others when we first met. All the sarcasm. I should be prepared to face this. I should have expected this. Maybe i just don't know her that well.
I walked passed, she called out to her friend 'Eh. My best friend' in total sarcasm. What else could it have meant? Literature together. I should have just hit my head hard against the wall.
It means nothing to her. Nothing.