Karma indeed is a b***h. A very cruel, self edifying b***h.
This night event played out like an old movie, taking me back memory lane. I relieved that day so long ago, only this time playing the reversed role.
Had I been a man, probably I'd have felt that familiar sting on my check like that which he felt at the airport after he kissed me. I would have actually preferred that to this crippling pain I'm feeling now. You know what hurts the most? It was how gentle he was with me. Not even one hurtful, hateful or judgemental word was said to me. Like I wasn't worth the effort. Like this feelings were one sided and he was here to walk me through it. I was lost. Was this what he felt when I lashed out that very day? Like the world left him behind and moved on? Like his world was crumbling?
