I met her again in 2009. She was happy, in love, her hand in his. People began to notice her slight prettiness and she became accustomed to being loved by everyone around her, sadness didn't dare venture close. She grew into a woman in those few months, an adult. She felt it. Maturity. School was over, college was here. Her mind was asked to be analysed and she did so, with as unbiased a view as possible. The rose-tinted glasses came off. And she felt scared, but the year ended on an extremely happy note, as she sang her way through heartbreak and a new tingling of sorts.
2010 was a different story. She grappled with losing him, multiple times, multiple faces. Began to understand exactly how complicated 'complicated' meant. Dealt with glares, stares and glances, all in what she thought was her stride, but turned into nervous shuffling feet. Cried herself to sleep on the happiest of days and after years of it never seeming possible, she tried to explain it. Questioned how it worked, the great cosmic void, as she sat on terraces with a burning stick in her hand; loved and lost, her heart began to beat to a different rhythm altogether and she looked straight on at the canvas of her further years, and began to fill it in with uncharacteristic silence and a very hopeful smile.
2011, be nice to her.
bye 2010, hello 2011 =)
Happy new year, guys. Lots of love and the best of wishes :)