Last Day Of February
Today is the last day of February, and I think I have almost (and I use the term seriously) got rid of Fredrick even though the ghost of him still surfaced in a glimpse whenever I saw someone, or listened to a song. It takes more time to grieve than the time I felt happy with him, and it shows that either I was really into him, or simply that I am a slow healer (and it goes by the age!). I think I would never really come out from the memory as it has happened and there is really nothing I could do except pumping more new stuff into my brain. But hey, like a calendar, the January him was perfect, while February version is a bloody suffering (and thankfully it’s only 28 days) . And that makes me wonder, what comes in March? hm…
(wishing and hoping and sitting and waiting... )