A thousand pictures, scattered wide, Moments frozen, side by side. Laughter, sunsets, faces bright, Fleeting echoes caught in light. Yet in the haze of time's embrace, Only three still hold their place. One of love, so pure, so true, One of loss, a tear in blue. One of hope—a flame so small, Yet the dearest one of all. Yes, you have guessed right; I was not having a perfect moment then I discovered these pictures in my Blogger picture drive; fresh air from the past. I will sleep with a smile tonight.
I never dared to continue with this story . My feelings for what happened are unchanged. My resentment is also there, however, as time passes I learn that those feelings will not lead me anywhere. We do not forget but choose to survive and continue. Sometimes I go for a walk and think about those days and it still hurts. It is better to close this chapter and leave it as is, that way this monster will not catch me again.