140 days.
I met him again. Honestly, I thought I would crumble to the very bits of me. Meeting him again while I'm still struggling to move on, not fully healing from the past rejection is sure a hard thing to do.
I sat in front of him, twice. I tried hard to minimize meeting his eyes. I keep on talking to the person sit next to me, just to avoid the awkwardness surrounding us.
They say I am cool. They say I am strong. On the outer appearance, I may seems strong and cool. But deep down in my heart, Allah knows well how I feel.
One thing for sure. The more I see him, I fall deeper for him.
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