§-- VacaTioN??? I DouBt -- §

“This is the same road that he walks almost everyday”, her mind told her..

“Get a grip and stop hallucinating. You don’t wanna create a scene, much worse a breakdown right in front of your family. For heaven sake, please get a grip and start walking”, her senses told her.

But yet, why was it so difficult?

Forgetting him and moving on was already a herculean task, but now being in the place or should I say places he had been or even worst, still is, just makes it a lot more difficult. It is as if, god’s just pushed you down a memory trip you never wanna take.

As she stared from the window, she could see

The place he used to stay, his home in fact…

The roads he travelled everyday..

The shop he usually stops by to have a drink…

And even the police station that she was sure he had been…

All this just proved to be more than she could handle, and yet here she was, trying to put up a brave front, smiling and acting as if there was nothing wrong, as if everything was perfect, but in reality, it was far from perfect.

The thoughts killed her so much, that she couldn’t even bear to step out of the hotel. This was by far the last place she wanted to come, at least not in this generation I s’pose…

The next morning, instead of being in the sanctuary of her car, the family decided to walk. GREAT!!! Now she would be walking down the same road he uses everyday..

*sigh*

As they walked towards the stall that he visit occasionally, her hear beat was so loud that even a passerby could have heard. Half of her was praying and wishing she would never meet him. Another tiny lil’ part of her just wondered how would it be to come face to face with him after such a long time..

Fate played its part and she never came across him, but that didn’t stop her from being paranoid. They went to the mall, and even there, she kept on thinking, how often this mall was visited by him.

*arghhhhhhhhhhhhh*

Seriously, how could one person feel so tortured like this? If it was me, I would have long ago succumbed to the torture and checked myself into the nearest mental hospital.. But, she.. she was different. She just went out, crying inside but smiling outside..

Three days, three nights later…

It was time to go back home.

“Vacation” was over, and so was the “Journey down memory lane”…

As she sat in the car, she made up her mind, never ever to think or even say his name anymore.. If ever she did, than she would reprimand herself by pinching herself..

*chuckles*

Not an effective way to forget you Ex-Love, but someone has to start somewhere rite..

All the best, gal…

*ReSt In PeaCe*