You know I hate dresses

#Chapter31 You know I hate dresses

In life, there's always that one glance or imagery that brings back certain feelings-- like anger, hurt, sorrow, etcetera-- that you harboured in your heart and somehow managed to leave at bay, just to allow yourself to move on from the past that has been holding you back like a chained dog.

For me, this is one of those moments in life. I try holding back the tears, hurt.

Crying is for the weak.

Eyes have a way of deceiving a person. One moment you use them to see beautiful pictures, sceneries, or even to record beautiful memories. But sometimes they see what would only hurt you. What would leave you scarred for life.

I see them.

The same people I once called family. The same people I thought I could trust and always depend on. The very same people who helped me when I fell, who fought for me whenever I was defenseless and hopeless.