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Tuesday, April 19, 2011


Yesterday, I was optimistic and I felt like everything's going well...


Today, I was a bit nostalgic.. I don't know if I'll hate myself for this, but then I realized why should I?

It's true that I remember everything...


Yes, these are moments that I can't forget... but these are also the moments that have become memories...


Memories that come crashing through... but contrary to the lyrics of a famous song, I CAN GO ON WITHOUT YOU...


Yes, I opened myself to someone like you... I trusted you because I thought you will be worth it... I expected a lot...


Whenever I see you then, my heart would feel like it's going to burst with pain... It became so hard for me to breathe...


Those were the times I would just cry... because that's the only thing I could do... I was thinking that you were also facing your own dilemma and it's selfish of me to bother you with these stupid feelings.


What hurt me the most was... with you, everything's normal... with you, you never care even if you already knew what I am going through...


That was the time I stopped thinking about you.. what you are going through.. or if you were also in pain... I started to pick up the pieces... I started to put things back the way they used to be... that was the time I realized that I have cared so much for the people who don't even care...


I tried to hold on a couple of times... maybe I was wrong.. or maybe I was reacting too much... or maybe just maybe...

the pain was excruciating I can't even get up from bed nor report to work nor wanted to comb my hair...

but I woke up one morning and just realized that I couldn't hold on to the memories we had... nor to the words you said...

after spending some "me" time, I've realized a lot of things...


I can't hold on to those memories anymore... but we can make better memories without expectations... and with pure friendship... but now, it's hard to do... it's better to deal with our own issues this way than enjoy and make me expect some more...



we can be GOOD FRIENDS, and not meant to be MORE THAN THAT =)






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