MSB

To my Heffalump:

You have always been a great source of inspiration. You have always been my source of several moments of smiling-by-myself everytime I remember a joke you said, our a funny antic that you did.

Why did it ever come to a point that I had to fall for you? It just made things more complex. It made you tell me truths that hurt.

You even asked why these things have to surface. That you missed the old me. That you missed the time when, even if we both knew that there was something going on between us that we left unsaid, we have kept mum about it.

Now, we're friends again. We're trying to let the stab wounds heal.

And have to accept the fact that I came in your life too late... Way too late. Because your son is now in playschool.