I always thought every person we connected with would stay with us up to a point–that natural moment at each one’s life when we grow less attached and veer away from each other’s orbits. But apparently, this natural end sometimes needs a push and while I would like to keep thinking about this and wondering why this is so, the truth is, I’m tired.
There’s really no need to defend a connection that may not be there, especially on a Friday night when the music is sweet and the dreams promise to be even sweeter.
It’s morning and I’m lying in bed, in someone else’s home yet sleeping as if I were home for the first time in a long time. It’s a rare feeling, something I long for on nights like these.
I will rest in spite of all that’s ambiguous.