The other side

It was a different kind of day. I woke up facing the other side of my bed. It hasn't stopped raining since morning until evening just now. I smiled throughout the whole day. Where I would be pessimistic usually, I make stupid comments, positive none the less. I wore a different shirt to the hospital, which I’ve never worn to school before. Instead of being asked questions by specialist or doctors, I’m the one interrupting them and talking during the silence. When no one could hear me, I shouted out instead of keeping quiet. I turned off the heater and put up with the cold. I’ve always talked about making a change, now I’m changing and switching trains of thoughts. I know no one will call me but I make the effort to call my friends. I usually walk in front or be the last but this time I find someone to walk side by side with. I'm starting again to be my old self. This other side of me that I haven't seen for almost half a year. Hello to the other side. But one thing will never change for sure. When I feel the need to think about a girl I love, I just think she'll come back one day. Just maybe ...