I'm a fool.

I've been fooled.

Its time.

 I sit back , rewind and go through a whirlwind speeding flash of all the times , of all the moments.

When all of it..slows down itself to reflect the good part.

And then I ask myself - Why do I  feel bitter ?

When it actually makes me smile.

Fuck the fact that it hurts. Fuck that maybe I regret. Fuck that I deserve better.

But fuck , its been 'good'.
Its been great.


Mea culpa. I shouldn't have expected too much.