Past days

He realized it was the anniversary when the night fell. It was the first time that he didn´t wake up in a bad mood remembering that the happiness of that day was a lie which he had created. It was the first time that he forgot to wear bitterness. It was the first time that he observed the lovely pictures of the graduation day and didn´t feel anything. It was the last time when he cried due to that day. He uncorked a bottle of wine for the first time, left it breathing while he was looking at each name of the class photo. He filled the glass. No longer grudge, even to himself.