17: Someone Better

He was looking at the sea seriously when I turned to look at him. He looked so dark and stern that I wondered what he meant by that. Was I wrong to say that he could never understand me because he didn’t encounter hardships as difficult as mine? 

Thinking that he might have a rough past for him to say that made me feel guilty. 

“You’re right,” I managed to finally speak after a while. “I don’t know you that much, and I don’t know what you’ve been through in life. I was just used to, you know, having the mindset that only poor people have a rough past, and that rich people always have better life. For people in the lower crust like me, it’s easier to think that way. Because if we put it that way, we’d always dream for a life like yours. We think of it as a haven, the reason why we can’t see its flaws. We are blinded by the ideals that we tend to ignore the reality.” 

I looked away and sighed. “I’m sorry if I offended you.” 

“You tal