The morning after always feels different.like you will filled with guilt nd then battling with you being nervous
It doesn't matter whether the previous day ended with laughter, excitement, disappointment, or an argument. Morning has a strange way of making everything feel quieter. Maybe it's because the world is still waking up, or maybe it's because our minds finally have time to think without all the noise from yesterday.
That particular morning started like every other weekday.
My alarm rang earlier than I wanted. I reached over, turned it off, and stared at the ceiling for a few minutes. I knew I had lectures that morning, but I wasn't in a hurry to get out of bed.
The events from the previous night kept replaying in my head.
My roommate and I had argued.
It wasn't about anything serious. In fact, if someone asked me today what exactly caused the disagreement, I probably wouldn't remember every detail. I only remember that both of us were tired after a long day of lectures, and somehow a small misunderstanding became something much bigger.
Instead of talking calmly, we both raised our voices.
Instead of listening, we defended ourselves.
By the time we went to bed, neither of us spoke another word.
The room was silent except for the sound of the ceiling fan.
That silence followed us into the next morning.
Usually, one of us would complain about how early lectures started or ask the other if there was enough water in the bathroom. That morning, nothing.
I got dressed quietly while she arranged her books on the table.
Neither of us looked at the other.
It felt strange because this was someone I laughed with almost every day. We shared meals, complained about assignments together, and even reminded each other about tests and deadlines. Yet because of one disagreement, we suddenly felt like strangers.
As I packed my bag, I kept asking myself one question.
Was it really worth it?
The more I thought about it, the more I realized I couldn't even remember why I had been so angry.
I only remembered wanting to be right.
Sometimes our pride becomes louder than our common sense.
We would rather protect our ego than protect a relationship.
I picked up my notebook and walked toward the door.
Just as I reached for the handle, I stopped.
If I walked out without saying anything, another day would pass with unnecessary tension between us. Maybe she'd think I was still angry. Maybe I'd think she didn't care.
Someone had to make the first move.
I turned around.
"I don't like how we left things yesterday," I said quietly.
She looked up from her desk.
For a moment neither of us spoke.
Then she smiled.
"Honestly," she replied, "I was hoping you'd say something first because I didn't sleep well thinking about it."
The two of us laughed.
Not because the situation was funny, but because we suddenly realized how unnecessary the whole argument had been.
Within a few minutes, everything felt normal again.
We left for class together, talking about our upcoming lectures as if nothing had happened.
As we walked across campus, I couldn't stop thinking about how close we came to letting pride damage a good friendship.
That experience stayed with me.
Since then, I've noticed that many problems become smaller after a night's sleep. Emotions settle. Anger cools down. We begin to see the situation from another person's point of view instead of only our own.
Of course, not every disagreement can be solved overnight. Some wounds take much longer to heal.
But I've learned that holding onto anger rarely makes things better.
Life is already stressful enough. As students, we deal with assignments, practicals, examinations, financial pressure, and worries about the future. Carrying unnecessary resentment only makes the journey heavier.
Now, whenever I have a misunderstanding with someone, I try not to let it last too long.
I've discovered that saying "I'm sorry" doesn't always mean you're completely wrong.
Sometimes it simply means you value the relationship more than the argument.
Looking back, the morning after wasn't memorable because we argued.
It was memorable because we chose to forgive each other.
And maybe that's what mornings are really for.
Not just another sunrise.
But another opportunity to begin again.
Funy how i am not usually the first to make a move to resolve after an argument..but I'm glad I'm doing it now.
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