It has been six months since the last time we've spoken
I recently saw you waiting for the train to come back home.
I was not so surprise because we always caught the train to home together.
Together is such a funny word;
you would never think things like this would separate or even change.
In my head, I was wondering if I should just be petty and be bougie like I didn't see you,
but we made eye contact.
So, I put my anger aside and sat next to you.
Within ten minutes of sitting there, I felt uncomfortable.
I had so many questions to ask, but wasn't sure on how to ask them.
After those fours hours, I felt like all my questions were answered.
I was comfortable.
One, it was not me.
For those six months I blamed myself
for the discontinuation of whatever we thought we had.
Two, things are meant to be seasonal.
That perfect illusion wasn't suppose to last as long as it did.
Maybe this was a lesson for the both of us.
Learn how to understand each other.
To my understanding, I didn't understand you
and you didn't understand me.
What if this was just a big misunderstanding.
I now stand for which I say, thank you.
Thank you for making me stronger.
Thank you for helping me find my strengths.
Thank you for making me realize that's there is more to life.
Now, it has been another six months since we've spoken.
I see you going home on the same train I'm on.
I am no longer angry to prove my hurt for four hours.
I'll say "hello" to you
because I've grown and have nothing else to prove,
So I keep moving.