Do you remember me?
Do you remember the time we used to gossip about everything and anything
Or the bitching session of our common enemy
The uncountable giggles and laughter we shared together
The act of not giving up is not always complimented by a heroic ending.Like there’s not a grandeur associated with them always.Sometimes they’re sober and too normal to even get noticed. Like surviving the demonic Tsunami waves that no one except you saw. So whatever you did to save yourself went unnoticed.For others you were always the same but only…
IDK if i’ve really changed as a person or this is only a good phase where I’ve matured enough to understand that there’s no point stressing over frivolous matter.What has to happen is bound to happen and no matter how much we ponder over it,things will end it the way they’re meant to.Overthinking is always futile.Ups and downs are part and parcel of life.It’s better to count the starts than counting our problems.