now. while you are not doing anything and i do nothing in general. lets play a game (did you just remember SAW). i write, you read. this is gonna be fun.
the continuous bumpy ride took a halt. brakes screeched. i woke up. i had become so accustomed to the freak ride in last three hours that a minor slowdown woke me up. i looked out. the bus had stopped on a toll booth. bigger city, bigger tollbooths, i thought. there were atleast eight lanes on my side, each designated to a special category of vehicles.
"what is love, baby don't hurt me, no more". music was still on in my headphones.
the night was chilly, and the lights gave me goosebumps. some unfathomable feeling rushed all over my brain. i was nauseated. if all goes as planned, i see her tomorrow. all these months, all her mistakes. what will i do? maybe i will forgive her. maybe not. i could have been at my home, forgetting her just as she did to me. i could have started a new life. but no, i cling on. maybe this is love all about.
the bus moved at a slow pace, and stopped again near the automated gate. i heard some heated discussion. the driver of my bus was having a row with the man who collected the money. the collector was a rude idiot. i was getting angry by the second. i pulled up my bag. this was a small bag that held my necessities and so wasn't put in the luggage trunk. i thought once again. maybe this will slow down my quest for her. also, i just had two bullets. i had to save it for her, and anyone comes in between.
the continuous bumpy ride took a halt. brakes screeched. i woke up. i had become so accustomed to the freak ride in last three hours that a minor slowdown woke me up. i looked out. the bus had stopped on a toll booth. bigger city, bigger tollbooths, i thought. there were atleast eight lanes on my side, each designated to a special category of vehicles.
"what is love, baby don't hurt me, no more". music was still on in my headphones.
the night was chilly, and the lights gave me goosebumps. some unfathomable feeling rushed all over my brain. i was nauseated. if all goes as planned, i see her tomorrow. all these months, all her mistakes. what will i do? maybe i will forgive her. maybe not. i could have been at my home, forgetting her just as she did to me. i could have started a new life. but no, i cling on. maybe this is love all about.
the bus moved at a slow pace, and stopped again near the automated gate. i heard some heated discussion. the driver of my bus was having a row with the man who collected the money. the collector was a rude idiot. i was getting angry by the second. i pulled up my bag. this was a small bag that held my necessities and so wasn't put in the luggage trunk. i thought once again. maybe this will slow down my quest for her. also, i just had two bullets. i had to save it for her, and anyone comes in between.
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