Today, I scrolled through my instagram feed. I scrolled it till 2 years back, about the time I started documenting my life before I would leave home to study overseas. I chanced upon old pictures of us. Back when we were happier together. I was reminded of the time we went for self defence classes, shopping for clothes and took the train to the other side of the world(or country) just to see statues and idols. And just 3 minutes into writing this, I went to dig up my old posts. And I am reminded of the time we did things together. Quilling paper on a rainy day, travelling for 1 hours on public transport to eat $2 food, going grocery shopping together. That's just the tip of the surface.
It's funny, how time really can heal most wounds. Just a few weeks ago, when I chanced upon the photos, I felt nothing but sadness. I felt distanced from the emotions I had felt in the memories. But today, I saw the photos and I felt a tinge of nostalgia, know that while I missed the old times and that things are different now, I was glad for those times.
I hope you're happy now. I wouldnt say I'm 100% happy and moved on, but I'm moving away. I'm in the process of fixing myself. I'd say I've picked up the pieces and eventually, I'll get there. From strangers to the best of friends, and now we are strangers, yet again.
