Inertia

I get up this morning with a little song playing in my mind and a cup of coffee in my right hand. Some days you just keep on thinking, whether at work or at play. Today was one of those days. When I came back after freshening up, I sat down on the corner of the bed, thinking about all the things which had happened in the past few days. I hung down my head in silence for a while as I had no answer to many questions which kept on striking at me. Had it not been for that one last day which still has the power to string me down to it, life would have been much easier and I would have been able to breathe. The faint memory of the last day in the coffee place on the corner table makes me all nostalgic about the days I spent with him. I was sipping coffee and he was looking at me.
There is no remorse or regret, though sometimes I feel that we would have made better friends than a couple. but you had said, 'I'll always be at your side...' and now that very sentence is threatening. Today, as I sit on the side of my bed with a feeling of nostalgia, sipping my stone cold coffee, I feel as if I had moved on but my soul was still hanging on to the last day at the coffee shop. I was in a state of perfect inertia where I was divided between moving on and not letting go. When it all had came as a sudden shock for me, my world had crashed down. On the surface, I got over everything and moved on. But still somewhere in the corner of my heart, I feel some strings of the dilapidated relation still ringing. I feel a pinch in my heart every time I start to reminisce. But you have to move on with life with all the experiences to help you get through....

As I hold on to my engagement ring, I hear a car horn and I know that this time, for real, I have to move on.