And today I sit in the dark in my room on the 11th of July 2010, writing a blog, and it's been a month since I last spoke to M. Not like our last conversation was pleasant. It was on my birthday and M was the only one who did not wish me but he did exchange some mindless words with me. To him they were probably not mindless but to me they were.
M is/was probably one of the most mature level headed people I know/knew, contrary to what other people thought of course. And I learnt a lot from him , contrary to what I thought would happen. "It's all awesome !" , he'd tell me with a smile, that is his punch line. And I thought I was an optimistic person .
We went through some rough times too, don't get me wrong. We had misunderstandings [or as I would like to believe they were], we fought and did not speak to each other and we even yelled at each other on the phone and we suffered a tragedy together, but we got through it. That is the kind of friends we became in such short time. But I never thought we would have a falling out for this long and at this age. So much for thinking about maturity and putting egos aside.If someone comes up to me and asked me about M, I would tell them that we are not talking and that I do not intend on keeping in touch with M. The reason why I have said is/was, know/knew etc is because how much ever I do not want to get back in touch because of my so called EGO, deep down inside I know I still have hope. But is it worth having hope for such a person ?
So its been a month, should I keep counting?