It was sad for a second, it was happy the next.
A moment ago
it was sorrow but was soon followed by indifference.
I felt pity as I began to
read and then proud for her as I finished.
I thought she was weak and would break but
at the end
of the page she left me astounded. She’d come out stronger, surer, wiser and
content.
It is a two-line story that says a million things and shares
so many emotions in just 15 seconds.
“I fancied you’d return the way you said,
but I grow old and I forget your name.”
- Sylvia Plath
