- Oscar Wilde
i am here. now. a changed person. i'm no longer the girl you knew back then. i may still remain that girl brimming with sweet innocence to you. the image that people tend to project of me. i was never that girl. i have to admit though i was once naive and thoroughly gullible. i've matured. i'm no longer meek. i am my own doing.
the past has caught up with me. it never fails to amuse me how things turn out to be. but news of friends who are married at the tender age of 18; with 2 kids nevertheless; one engaged to be married; another in a girl's home. saddens me. it implicates matters. it made me think. reflect on matters of the heart. these girls are the ones who i grew up with. we went to school together. had fun together. played, laughed and cried in each other's company. what happened?
i must admit. it isn't in my power to do anything. but i have to react. and here how i did. traumatised. unable to response to the knowledge. it's really sad i must say. i hope it will turn out well for those girls. we're not even halfway through our journey. there's so much ahead. and i wonder to myself..
how did i turn out to be then?