Something disturbing happened this morning. I needed my sleep, so I was settling myself comfortably in the bus hoping for 15 minutes of shut-eye. Took out my iphone and logged on to Facebook.
It was too early for a surprise but I got it anyway. The "person-who's-name-I-shouldn't-mention" request me to add as "friend". The heck was he trying to do? Men. Of course they wouldn't for the life of them realise what hell the girls went through. Twenty years down the road, they can go "heyy...what's up?" as if that part of their lives have never existed in the first place.
Why can't it be that easy? We have to suffer through boxes of tissue papers and countless rebounds before finally settling down only to discover that it was not really Wonderland. Once we get hold of the situation and accept life as it's fated to be, here comes that "person-who's-name-shouldn't-be-spoken" asking you to be their "friend".
Click ignore? It's not that easy. Ignoring means he will never know that I'm better off without him. Ignoring means he will never know how I've stopped pining for him. Ignoring means I can continue ignoring the scars of old wounds.
Ignoring also means I will never know what he's up to. Ignoring means I will never know the real reason why he's looking me up. Ignoring also means I will never close this chapter of my life.
But then again, ignoring has it's pros and cons. On the plus side, ignoring means I can go on in life knowing that he still remembers me to add me as friend. Ignoring also means he will never know how the once petite lass have now turned into a whirlpool fridge. On the minus side however, ignoring him will not satiate this burning curiosity on what actually happened that led to that turn of events which eventually left me perpetually angry whenever I think of him.
Decisions....decisions...
