That Day

(Note: This was originally posted on my old blog, which I have just recently retrieved. Ironically, my posts in that blog seem to have been drawn deeply, considering I was a lot younger when I wrote them [That was in 2008-2009]. I will be posting some of my other entries from my old blog here in my new blog in the coming days so that all my entries can all be read in one place. Enjoy reading!)

That day was gloomier than most of the other days, although there were no dark clouds at all. The sun shone strongly; the skies were bright as ever; birds flew and chirped happily. Still, it was a dim day for her.

She gave him the present she made for him in secret and in haste, trying hard not to show any emotions that hinted a feeling of sadness. Tomorrow, he’s leaving, and there’s no assurance that they would see each other again. Today, all she wanted to do was to get over the whole process of saying goodbye and start to move on. All the time they were together, she treated him like she did to everyone else she knew. He treated her more nicely — no, specially — than he treated others. She took him for granted — pretended to take him for granted. She actually felt something not so ordinary for him, too, but she’s never the type who would nurture a feeling like that or admit having a feeling like that. Continue reading