I made note of each step I grasped while walking to where it all began. This is where I let go of my life. This is where he took me with open arms but left me with nothing but regret. 

It was our favourite place. A park that was close to both of our houses. We found each other true secrets here. He claimed me as his own here. I should be happy remincing on the past however all I want to do is get rid of all those menacing memories that replayed its self everyday.

I ambled forward on this accustomed path that led me to the bench. The bench where I first meet him. The sad part is that i remebered it all.

The sky gleamed sapphire. The sun glowed and brough happiness to everybody. And there I was. Sitting on this bench that i've somehow became acquaintance with. I came here everyday and read for hours upon hours. I was never the type of girl to be around many people. The feeling of doing anything i want without any eyes to judge me brough confort to my skin.  I just liked being with myself. Number one because I'm only comfortable with myself. And number two because people can be annoyingly loud sometimes and me never liking noises just adds to the fact. I've just liked being preserved to myself also because I had a slight fear of burdening people with my probelms.  By problems I mean my awkwardness. I never liked conversing with people as my social skils were deficient. In conclusion, I never talked to people because i knew it would lead to a tragic ending and to avoid all the cringe. Which therfore caused my sudden shyness with people. It was fine beacuse I never had many friends in the first place. I was a wall flower. people didn't acknowledge me and I didn't acknowledge them. Simple. Not wanting to be distured, I always wore my earphones to show people not to bother me (not like they would've done in the first place). I sometimes played my favorite artists, sometime I listened to my favorite classical pieces and othertimes I wouldn't even listen to anything.  Fully emersed in my book; when I suddenly felt a presence next to me. To say the least I was petrified. It's not like I owned the bench, It's just that in that past year when i've been sitting here, only old women would bother sitting next to me. It always ended with them trying to converse with me about their grandsons and how they could set up a blind date for us. Of course due to my poor skills in communicating, I always end up stuttering and looking at the women like i'm about to pee my pants (that's not completly wrong). I just didnt want to have another cinge-worthy session with people. I heard the new being getting comfy on the bench and instintively knew they are here for a while. I mentally cursed them in my head. Should I just get up and leave to save myself from the upcoming embrassment? But if I leave, where would I go? I mean it's too early to go home and a pleasant day like this would go to waste. I could look for another bench but I wouldn't find a single one that is free due people coming out as soon as they see a glimpst of the sun. Ughhhhhhh, the frustration I felt almost made my body strudder-which would bring unwanted attention from someone. Before making my life decison, I decided to take a look at the new intruder to see if I could try my luck. m