Today, her coffee tasted bitter, bitter even after adding those usual two big spoons of sugar. Bitter because she was all by herself today. She wanted to keep the cup down. But one can’t always give up like that. Life won’t always work as per her comforts, she thought. So she went on drinking the bitter joe.
Missing someone is bad, inability even worse. Being a part of a relationship where exists the preponderance of one, makes life difficult. Moving out was never a way out for her. She had someone who accepted her, she’all always have someone who does. But her Redemptions lay in that burning house that she lived in. Burning because she had laid herself open in body and in difficult secrets to the person who mattered the most to her. “A bad past is never just a bad past.” She muttered to herself. And now whilst she stirred some more sugar into her coffee, she pondered over what’s more bitter the coffee, the relationship or her inabilities.