Sunday is a free day in lot more ways than we care to count. It is for me at least. I wake up and first thing I do is to try and remember the fleeting glimpses of dreams I had. I have been dreaming quite a lot these days – about everything and anything. May be my mind is not getting the rest it so needs.
Well.. here is Sunday again. And I think again about the relationship I had. Now the pain is dulled, due to distance, distractions and my own denial. The thing that scares me is how I would feel once I have to face him. I talk to him now.. I still feel the same ease.. same eagerness to share and I can gauge he does the same. I told him I missed him and expected no reply .. and came none. Am i moving on or retreating? I feel the moment I am over this relationship, I would feel perfectly at ease with talking to him as a friend and yeah I do. The emotions that I used to feel for him – I have been able to bury them. For how long??
I think I have given him more space in my mind than he deserved.
Baby.. its the time to move on. To build you own life.. and to live on your terms once again. I am hereby pronounce the end of burial and mourning I held for my lost love. Its sunday morn – a time to wake up.
The words are soundless,
Have downloaded few books and solemnly promised myself to finish them up asap. Enjoying my first love
and yeah.. music… Nothing made the days more bearable.
