Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Closure
Amazing how much this word means to me now than a week back. It happened so long ago that I thought it didn't bother me anymore, that I got past it and buried it behind. It was good to meet him again last Friday, and we had a nice short chat. It's funny that I'm always alcohol intoxicated when I talk to him... and yet, I can clearly remember snipets of our conversation.
I've been playing back the conversation over and over the whole weekend. As I went to bed waiting for the other to come home, I felt guilty thinking of him while waiting for the other to come home.
Am I different? It seems like he didn't recognise me when he first walked past, either that or he was too shocked to see me.
Has it been 2 years?
He gave me a courtsey kiss & hug and later a big goodbye bear hug. It really felt good to be back in his arms, the same arms that carried me stronly, and the same one that took me away...
But that's all in the past.
He heard I was getting married and asked, "Are you really happy?"
That is the question that I have been asking myself the whole week.
His last words? Same as the previous time, his face I'll never forget.
