As August came.
He was the intense, brooding type, like one of those stereotypical television soap opera characters – tall, dark and handsome and often misunderstood, though I know for sure that he is soft at heart. But he did not have that name back then.
She was the wannabe doctor – always careful and gentle even with complex mathematical calculations, as though one wrong move would result in a colourful explosion of runaway numbers and fugitive figures. But today, her status on the social network website became “Engaged”.
It feels like I do not know the people I had once spent five years in school with, anymore. Facts like these are not that easy to stomach. Like, gee – just who are these strangers that I supposedly know, getting married and having babies like, like… everyone else on this planet?
The other day, he asked me why I was so. “Did you have a bad experience that made you who you are today?”
“No, I think I have always been like this,” I answered almost confidently, but I am not so sure about it anymore. Pray tell: how does one change and become a complete social recluse?