Adrian.
I got up and started to walk back. Perhaps I would get some clarity with the walk. I had been kicked so hard by life that even the pavement had felt softer than my pride.
Yeah, that was me.
I walked farther away from Dera’s house with my so called flowers limp in my hand like they too had given up on me. The guy she was kissing probably hadn’t even broken a sweat to throw me out. Meanwhile, I was just walking here like some pathetic mailman delivering disappointment.
And she told him to throw me out. Throw me out. Me!
I wasn’t even a threat. I was just some sad man in a jacket, carrying stolen flowers and memories that nobody wanted anymore.
I had stated walking aimlessly, not really thinking of where I was going. What was the point? Maybe if I walked far enough, my dignity w
