A short story of Brenda's life.
It was Saturday afternoon, Brenda cleaned the house, did the laundry, what else can she do to pass her time while waiting for her clothes to dry. Lunch? It can wait. She then remembered she recently found an old book inside a box below her bed. She took it and opened a page. She read...
"You knew how I would react to those kind of questions. You knew how I would answer you, if u asked. Yet you still ask. It was hard for me to answer those. I wasn't even prepared. I didn't even know that you were going to ask. It was just so sudden. My mind was so full with packed schedule and you just suddenly called and attacked me with those random questions and 'situations'. And after four long months, I regretted on my answer.
How can I say that I miss the old times. How do I say that I miss you. How do I say that I want you to stay and be there for me. I lied by saying that I was in a place that was so loud that I can't hear you, trying to actually make you repeat the questions. I heard you, I understood it, I am just not prepared to talk about it. Maybe I was trying to deny these feelings, maybe I don't, but I actually just wanted you to stay. I wanted to learn more about myself through you. Most importantly, I wanted to learn more about you."
Brenda smirked looking at her diary. Jokes on you Brenda, you were so innocent back then. She thought. She tore the page and threw it into the dustbin.
Simply not important, she has moved on with her life.