Sometimes I wonder what it's like to be in someone's shoes. What must they be going through? How different is life to them? What would they be feeling?
Only because we were trying to deceive ourselves with our wish full thinking.
After the sixth month of his departure to the city, my brat's visit started to become from less to lesser and then finally none. This started with his letters when they started coming in late, precise, and didn't have the crazy and excited tone anymore until they stopped coming in.
My suspicions were confirmed when one day Mrs. Adam confronted me to ask whether I was getting any letters from him since she had stopped getting calls from him on her telephone. All this time she had been wondering that he might be busy with his schedule but it has been long enough to ignore it anymore.
