I've been running from this for quite some time now.
I've been running from telling how I've been doing all this time I've not been talking with my usual crowd. Or what I've been not talking about.
It's something between pain and moving on that's behind all these.
I've been in a relationship just before I turn twenty two, and form the term "been", it ended just before. It'll be most likely "unfair" to say that it's not the most painful breakup ever or it's the usual break up jig I've been so used to, hell no, but I guess it's safe to say that I must have been prepared for it. Unlike before, when I used to wear my heart out on my sleeve and might as well feed it to the poodle, this one I came prepared and hopefully, for the ex, I handled it maturely. And so, it ended just as soon as it started.
I took a job just before I turn twenty two.
It became so time consuming that I somehow, guiltily though, felt that it really helped a lot in the moving-on part, as the usual me loves this turning-over-a-new leaf thing.
Well that summarizes my ways of turning twenty two.
I had a relationship, it ended and I started a new career path. So what's the big deal? That's it, nada.
*buzzer sound
(booming speaker voice) "Wrong Answer!"
Well, it kinda started at the beginning of an end.
Just before the year closed, our paths managed to cross again.
Considering, we have known each other for four long years now, and been going on and off for the time being, we decided to give our best this time.
And somehow, we know it's different this time.
Another time, another place,
is just exactly what we needed.
This time is a different phase,
for in love, time is all we heeded.
That's where I've been to.
Welcome back.


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