Read between the lines.

You were sitting on the floor and you saw some friends walking toward you. No they’re not approaching you, they were coming your way because that’s their way. In fact, they were even surprised to spot you there. So were you, you were so shocked to see them together. They were never that close, you said to yourself. A wave of unfamiliar emotions possessed your body. For a moment there you were distracted; no, you were devastated.

It’s just a self-inflicted pain. An agony I’m just creating in my head. Contemplating sometimes worsen the situation. It only helps not you but the devil that ruins your spirit. You’ll eventually come up with the concept of ‘betrayal,’ which, since you were way too fragile at that point, a deception that provoked you. And when you realized it, you can no longer get a hold of your anger, your jealousy, your pain.

If everything is just in my mind, why can’t I control it?  You try to loosen up by attempting to explain everything. However, it’s not about figuring out how your brain is translating what was perceived and dealing with your impulses.. It’s a matter of the heart—that stupid something that hit you after your optic nerves delivered the actual scene into you.

There’s a pain in expecting, thinking you’re special. Sometimes even if you are indeed special, it does not automatically follows that you have the right to expect anything from anyone. Because being special doesn’t always mean being valued, nor does it entail getting exceptional treatment. Though looking back you know you did have all of these. And yet all of the sudden you’ll see this. You’re caught in between thinking if everything has changed or if you were living a lie.

For the meantime, let time serve its purpose.

He nodded to you. You smiled back, “hey.” She waved good bye.