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June 9, 2009
The day came to hang out together.

And it wasnít too awkward.

Seeing him again didnít conjure up old feelings. It didnít spur any hatred or romance. Seeing him again only helped me to see what I had already unconsciously resolved to myself. But the thought became almost tangible, it was so real.

I was over him.
And we could still be friends.

I could put the anger aside, rid myself of the grudge I was holding because of the pain he put me through. I could forgive all that and we could be friends.

But I will never forget.