I hate surprises. Honestly, I do. Part of being a control freak I guess.
But I shouldn't complain. I have been wanting to know - and the truth comes with a price.
One minute, I'm stumbling around and fiddling with my damn backpack and the next I look up and see him right infront of me and the next... he just walks on by despite me waving- not batting an eyelash (I assume behind those sunnies).
And the world just stops; you just can't breathe and you just can't move.
And there are some truths and losses that that just slice you to bits and shatter your spirit.
But you'd still go on and you'd remake yourself.
I'm okay. I'm... okay.