It was five years ago since I last saw her. She was not a friend of mine, but I knew her. We used to go to the same school. I rarely talked to her and hence I didn't know much about her. She preferred to be quiet when the whole world went riot. She was on her own, secretive, mysterious... No one knew the story behind those soft brown eyes, nor between the lines of those black shiny hairs. I bet no one was curious enough. Or probably those soft brown eyes was firm enough to shut other's up, as if you could hear an out loud "back off!!!" from the back of your mind, whenever you try to intrude into her mind.
And that discouraged me too. To make a warm step and say a friendly 'hi'. I didn't do that to her. and it's weird, because I normally did that to almost everyone, but her.
I got to know about her recently from a friend's blog. She is now 'different'. No, that doesn't describe her best. I would rather say, she has 'grown up'.
I saw her photos. I saw her smiling face, but I could feel the same old coldness whenever I try to delve into those soft brown eyes. Ah, they have changed over time... A bit tougher, and hardened.. They still look soft though. I wonder what they have seen these past 5 years. Still secretive, more mysterious, but now you could sense the emergent of rebel as well.
From a friend, I got to know that she has had a 'partner'. I am happy for her. At least she has now opened her heart to someone. Someone to lean on when everyone turns their back on, someone to count on when no one seems trustful enough, and someone to turn on whenever insecurity hunts. I pray for her happiness. I kinda regret it for not being brave enough to approach her earlier. And now, I am well aware that I have no right to judge or condemn her for what she is now.
I wish her good luck, and may she happy with her...
-Miss B-
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