Fading

I was thinking, maybe this time it's different. I was a little bit excited and a whole lot of anxious. But we couldn't meet everyday. And as the time passed, the excitement died down, fast. And that's when I realized I have hardly changed. I still exchange glances with others, like how I exchanged them with you. With you or another, it felt the same. It did. I don't feel anything special now. I'm amazed at how fast it went away. Or maybe, it never happened. Maybe it was just an old habit. Orwell, let me take my time then. Fade away, little dear. But don't disappear cause I'd like us to be friends. :))