I finally woke up after 2 years of receiving the love from my parents. Got ready for my coaching and left. When I was in the metro, I saw my librarian ma'am from school which was five years back. I was in ninth or tenth grade.
I saw her and so many memories rushed my mind like a flow. It was such a fast flow but I wanted it to last forever. I was so much bombarded with the good and bad memories that I could not even find the courage to say a single hello to her or ask her how is she doing? I sat in my seat and kept thinking about the memories.
Along with the memories, the thought of avoiding the talk with my boyfriend hits me. I was so much hurt for things that happened in the past that my behaviour changed. I used to talk to him about each and every minor and major details but now I was reluctant to say even a single word to him. In the morning, I did not wish him good morning and got worried. He is at his feeling guilty stage where he says he wants to make up for the wrong deeds he did. I have been cooperative but I got hurt which stopped me from being the girl I was in the past. I understood that I should not trust anyone completely with closed eyes. Even though, once I did but I never got betrayed. I was the one who betrayed. This was also the part pf my memories which I went through. Even though, I was a school kid still I felt something different. But I think leaving the past behind would be better.
After all of the thinking, I decided to share with my boyfriend that what has happened yesterday. I agreed to this so that I could give ourselves a chance to develop the bond again with each other. So, I texted him to ask where he is. He was in the gym. And after sometime I reached my coaching. So, I postponed the talk. I decided to talk to him when I reach home or while going home in the metro.
Although, trying to build a bond was extremely difficult.