May Be, Just May Be

It’s quarter to midnight; the time when she began to acknowledge her feelings: a moment of her life which lead her to rethink of everything. Or simply, finding what’s been missing.

Never quite an easy things to do, mostly was left undone; the feeling. Not necessarily to be called an abandoned of feeling, rather than, unconsciously forgotten as day goes by.

You know, sometimes the verb guess was a sudden first words which came before you in a blink of an eye, sometimes… it’s just vice versa.

She was smiling by the time she finished her sentences. Not to mention that she pick really carefully of the words. Sounds like an ordinary statement, but she burst, in a calm way.

May be, just may be, I was not looking for it, instead; the feel of it. Just the feel. Simple yet complicated.