On leave. On holidays. Should I call? No should not. What is this?After weeks on sense, I'm rolling into a landmine filled with buried bombs. Or I am a time bomb, ticking, ticking, ticking, waiting to explode. Or maybe I'm just a decoy. Fake. But I don't know. What's happening. Should I call? Say congratulations? No should not. Not when they didn't. Not when HE didn't. Is this important to me? Yes of course, very important.
Because we promised each other to be there for each other when we graduate.
What a big lie!
No not a lie on my part. Not yet. He's not graduating. Oh yeah, just a stupid diploma where you have to pay half of 250 K for a locally endorsed degree. And at the end of it, people line up to him and all he has to do is say, 'Open your mouth. Ah, nothing bad, just running a temperature. I'll give you some pills.'
Pills. I've been there. Nothing happened. Now if it weren't for the pills, I wouldn't be here. Then some responsibility would have had to occur.
But in the end, nothing matters. I've graduated. 1st Class. Does it matter its not a well-known university? Still 1st Class. Going to my masters degree, next. And I'll graduate then.
Then maybe he'll be there.
And I can be there for his second graduation.
Oh God! I'm delirious. Pull me out of this mess.
Make me sane because I'm going crazy.
Or let him miss me, like I miss him.
