I had a dream this morning and in that dream i was involved in a horryfingly graphic accident. Like a good Jason Statham movie or any movies directed by Guy Ritchie, there were third person view shots from different and cinematographic angles only those people from Festival de Cannes can appreciate. I got cut badly and most of the cuts were so deep, in one you can even see the organs inside. The red blood was now darker and thicker. It was gory and sickening. I did not die in the accident unfortunately.
The last thing i remember i was browsing you page and learnt that you've moved on with your life and i remember not knowing how i was suppose to react. Should i be happy for you or should i be sad for me. Happy seeing that you are happy and smiling again, sad because it was not me who made you smile. Should not i be there? Your happiness, your laughter, your smiles and your glows were all there but i was not there.
Then i thought, maybe this is not a bad thing afterall. Wishful thinking.
The last thing i remember i was browsing you page and learnt that you've moved on with your life and i remember not knowing how i was suppose to react. Should i be happy for you or should i be sad for me. Happy seeing that you are happy and smiling again, sad because it was not me who made you smile. Should not i be there? Your happiness, your laughter, your smiles and your glows were all there but i was not there.
Then i thought, maybe this is not a bad thing afterall. Wishful thinking.