It is a contract which would last for the year, to the end of this year, where we then move on separate ways. Sounds depressing, but it wouldn’t be long. Bet there are times where we have the urge of telling someone how we truly feel regarding one matter or a person, to share the little secret hidden at the bottom of our hearts and yet, there’s the other conscious telling us not to. The very first time sharing this little content of the so called contract, tears were rolling down the cheeks, which then regretted doing so because crying is not and shouldn’t be my thing; during the second time, there were no tears but only sigh; for the third time, it was somehow being expressed in a casual way, more of a relief or sort. Guess that’s how the time works in healing our wounds, little by little the pain is eased and we are then set free. Note the word ‘contract’ being used here is merely an exaggerative term as it does not explain the real situation; simply the similar feelings.
