In the Hive.

How should I feel? I asked myself. For a past that was almost forgotten. For a match that was never meant. For my closest stranger who took a part of me. Again, I read through the notes that were nicely written, the cards that were delibrately chosen, the peoms that were only meant for one and a letter that never reached the recipient. A sudden sadness took over. I sighed. Not knowing, although time had blurred the images, the feelings were still kept in the corner.