I am playing the same game again. I hate myself for doing it but if I were to be asked why I still do it, I would say only one thing. I’ll do this again and do the right thing this time. You think it still matters?

**

I am talking to him again. I didn’t ask him to talk to me. He just talked to me. I didn’t want to be rude. I have no reason to be rude. I was nice to him, I guess, although, a little far-off.

We talked like ordinary friends, like nothing has touched us both before, like we are old just-know-each-other acquaintances. I was glad. Not so glad but thankfully fine it’s over. I answered all his queries and I think I asked him a few too. I’m also glad I can speak up my mind not withholding anything. If I’m not interested, I can say so and he won’t be hurt or disappointed. That’s really neat!

He thanked me for talking to him. That was nice. He asked me if it was weird or strange or whatever talking to him. I said no with all honesty. It felt damn great! I wasn’t feeling anything. I didn’t care, didn’t care if he’d continue talking to me or just ignore me after an exchange of greetings and how-are-yous.

Though, honestly, I don’t like looking at his face. It must be the… y’know…

***

They say, when you bump yourself hard on something, apply cold compress to it to prevent swelling, bruises or if it’s bleeding, stop it. Let me tell you, it’s effective! On all kind of bumps in life, all we need is a cold compress!