THE BRIDGE

While I wasn`t looking, she actually burned the bridge that we built. She then just disappeared on the other side. It was something that I would never do or ever done in my life, intentionally. Made me wonder as I snapped out of my make belief dreams. How would she know that the way she was following was the right way. Full of optimism that she was confident enough not to return the same way back. Maybe precisely that was her reason. On the other hand maybe she was not at all optimistic about the decision that the way back must be destroyed at all costs. Not that I`ve never seen bridges burned before but that took me a bit by surprise. I would have sworn that I saw it coming. I even joked about it but she didn`t laugh. My only mistake was that I calculated it way too late. Hell, I`m not a good mathematician. Whatever the reason was, I hope she found the right way. For me, there`s a time for every little thing. That time, the time of the bridge was up. One thing certain is that I bear no grudges. That I am certainly sure. Now I know why she didn`t laugh.