A conversation with the girl who is not me.

The girl who is not me told me that she read some messages that she came across today, messages which she surprisingly didn't delete. She said that although it has been quite some time, somehow the tears just came when she re-read those exchanges when they were apart. To be honest, she doesn't recall those exchanges but reading them brought about intense emotions. I told her that as much as she is unwilling to believe, maybe he did like her then. She told me that she never felt like thanking him for the memories because all she could recall were the bad moments which hurt and sucked, but maybe now she is a little grateful that they once purely liked each other. No lust, no sex, just purely liking each other. And I think in a way, that was beautiful.