08. New wave, new phase.

Everything feels like, empty--the ceiling, the sky, phone's notification, my heart, our friendship. Are we all meant to feel this way? Or is it just another phase that everyone has to face? We promised, sugar coated our promises even, but then here I am, as an empty bottle. Maybe that's why they said we shouldn't make promises when we're happy--I can see it clearly now. Sometimes everything seems to happen too fast; we met, enjoyed our moment, waved goodbye, and that's it.