32 degrees celcius. I walk myself home after a long day at work. Head down to avoid the rays hitting my eyes. Oncoming cars pass and I wonder. Do they wonder what is making me smile?
It has been months since we said what I hope would be our last goodbyes. I’ve been pretty good at keeping myself in check. I’ve learned to ignore the things that remind me of you. I’ve learned to keep you in your place, in some small corner of my heart.
This time around I have a smile when I remember you. My heart remains to skip a beat at the memories without the pain it used to come with. You have now become a pleasant thought and not a glaring monster from the past.