Thursday, July 09, 2009  12:59 AM
Coincidences
I suppose one year isn't enough. It was a balmy blue day and it was a day of many firsts. The beginning of something always spells no end, and if hope could be contained in a single moment that would have been it. Not anything more like you imagined, but a pure and pristine white slate that could be coloured on from that point - not of hearts or valentines, but cartwheels and sticky date pudding and more gossip. If you caught on to my drift at all, I was happy for the right reasons finally.
It catapulted from that moment onwards. As if that one day had been ordained to be the one happy day that would elude us today, the rest of the year saw my half-coloured slate brim over with edges of grey and black. I wanted the end not long after that, but today still came around and I still have to be in contact with you during this trial period. But today, the white slate no longer exists. I'm tired, I'm wary and I want that escape. To think the rides, conversations, the holiday, meetings, meals and serving together would have possibly made it better. I think it went the other way.
I hate the fact that I have an elephant memory for dates. But like fate would have it on the first day, today I need to make conversation. I promised. However, the tables have turned and I'm exiting the scene once all this is over.
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