One late sunny Friday, I saw Sunny sitting under the huge casted shadow of sugar maple tree. She was wearing pink-trimmed glasses over that nose-bone giving her hazel eyes a wittier look. This is matched with her white stripped magenta dress exposing an inviting collarbone and tulip scarp over that curly auburn hair. Oh, just how cute she looks –a certified pinkaholic.

The last time I saw her, she was also in pink –a shirt with a ribboned sleeve and a jumper skirt, but that was almost five years backwards, when this lass still knew how to smile. That time, I remember, she was my best pal.

Now, I stand here at this point, just about a few meters away from where she is; only looking, and I get not even a glimpse of recognition back. I tried to initiate a smile.. the one I used to have. But, there was no smile in return.

Just how it hurts. Yesterday, we were the best of friends. Now, it’s as if we where total strangers to each other.

A placid tension arises… how ironic!

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