I am not angry. But, I was very before. I have kept it in me, maybe up until now. As much as I want to talk to that person how much angry I felt it in the past, I just kept it in me. It is still hidden in here. It's still a make-believe to say that I have forgotten of that time. Yet, I am still not telling it more than this. Maybe, one day it will just broke down. But, I couldn't and wouldn't talk to that friend anymore so it doesn't matter anyway. Maybe, I was never a friend to that person. But if one day, that person calls me a friend, it's nothing but a friendship in a poison tree.

Comments
Post a Comment