Once upon a time, there had been a selfish little girl who thought of nothing but her personal games. This girl was lonely, and often coated herself in ice walls and shields.

Then, another girl came alon. Her name was Yi. Though it began with a conflict, everything had been resolved and the two of them became best friends.

Time ago, they made a vow. "Three years down the road, we shall meet together at this very same spot. " With that, both set off different ways, with a seperate goal to conquer.

The selfish girl had her heart tamed, but she couldn't help sneaking peeks back to then. She had moved on, made a new start, and had new friends, But she was still reminiscent of the days.

Yi had moved on into a rollercoaster ride. She discovered good friends and pride, as well as confidence and eloquence. Occasionally, she looked at the spot, but she was otherwise absorbed in her new life. A different person had emrged--it was indeed a butterfly emerging from a cocoon.

The selfish girl was jealous at first, but slowly she learnt to let go. Though she had friends, she felt that none of them were close enough, or knew her well enough. Her trips back home were spent 'lone, wandering and reflecting on the bitter irony of life.

Three years passed. The selfish girl, now confident and domineering as ever, set off to the meeting place with high hopes. It was then coated with dust. Sweeping some of it away, she sat down on the bench and waited, a hopeful smile drawn onto her lips.

A minute passed.
Half an hour went.
One hour went.

The clock ticked, its tired voice dragging itself wearily across the silence. Every second seemed like a never-ending marathon, running and running yet somehow unable to find the exit.

A phone vibrated, sending off showers of stone and ash. After a muffled conversation, an audible sign was heard, and the selfish girl looked up to see the real skies--nothing but a vacant vacuum.

She knew. Yi had moved on, and was not on the point of return anytime soon. All that would remain would be hopes as the cords binding them together will slowly fray due to time and distance.

The selfish girl got up, notbothering to pat the dust off, and continued on her lonesome journey, past the spot, past her successes, and into the future. There was nothing to be seen, except for a distant light down north.

Time ago we made a vow
Three years then, it's now
Forgotten as you ran on
I waited, futile, it's too long

I can't wait anymore.
I'm sorry, but I have to move on.

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People won't read my blog anyway.

Litreature is fascinating. The author injects a little of herself in there, and hopes for it to be discovered. Only the ones who know you well will uncover the hidden codes, while the bystanders will see only a mess of words.

May have some relation to my life. I don't know. I can't open up fully to others, especially if I'm not uncomfortable with them.

Off topic. But people are confusing. People don't apply to logic. People defy all laws.

That's why I'm a realist.