How many days has it been since we’ve started communicating again?

Questions…

…resurface.

What are you getting at?

I don’t think I’ve actually known you well enough to see what’s behind your mind or your words

Poor me

And yet you know me well enough and that I was always transparent with you…

How did we come to this point?

We were like a half finished novel,

or a movie that was cut right before any ending or resolution

where one sits and stares at the screen hoping to catch just anything at all,

just like a loop without a knot

an acrobat suspended in midair…

Now that you’re reading this, I’m sure you are, I think you’ll find it amazing or amusing at the least..

maybe asking why? what’s this for?

Because in my life, I have never been treated the way you did to me..

I don’t think I’ve ever cried so hardly for a guy than I did cos of you..

No

At this point there’s not even a tinge of bitterness left anymore

It drained up a long, long time ago..

And besides, I wouldn’t have been talking or communicating with you if that’s the case..

On the other hand, writing this provides me at least some comfort

A little console

To let this all out without actually having to say anything to you directly or without expecting you to say anything and without you expecting me to say something else too..

After everything (all of what had been up to this point), I hope you had already found compensation for all the things I think I’ve done that might have hurt you..

There are I’d admit to that.

I hope I have had enough to atone for my shortcomings.

I can just slowly take in your apology.

I appreciate you mustering up the courage to first speak to me.

As of now, I feel just a little bit better.

The past remains the past as it has always been.

They’re memories now. Immaterial. Immovable.

“I’ll let it pass and hold my tongue..” Dido

*This post will expire by the next time I log in..*

How many days has it been since we’ve started communicating again?

Questions…

…resurface.

What are you getting at?

I don’t think I’ve actually known you well enough to see what’s behind your mind or your words

Poor me

And yet you know me well enough and that I was always transparent with you…

How did we come to this point?

We were like a half finished novel,

or a movie that was cut right before any ending or resolution

where one sits and stares at the screen hoping to catch just anything at all,

just like a loop without a knot

an acrobat suspended in midair…

Now that you’re reading this, I’m sure you are, I think you’ll find it amazing or amusing at the least..

maybe asking why? what’s this for?

Because in my life, I have never been treated the way you did to me..

I don’t think I’ve ever cried so hardly for a guy than I did cos of you..

No

At this point there’s not even a tinge of bitterness left anymore

It drained up a long, long time ago..

And besides, I wouldn’t have been talking or communicating with you if that’s the case..

On the other hand, writing this provides me at least some comfort

A little console

To let this all out without actually having to say anything to you directly or without expecting you to say anything and without you expecting me to say something else too..

After everything (all of what had been up to this point), I hope you had already found compensation for all the things I think I’ve done that might have hurt you..

There are I’d admit to that.

I hope I have had enough to atone for my shortcomings.

I can just slowly take in your apology.

I appreciate you mustering up the courage to first speak to me.

As of now, I feel just a little bit better.

The past remains the past as it has always been.

They’re memories now. Immaterial. Immovable.

“I’ll let it pass and hold my tongue..” Dido

*This post will expire by the next time I log in..*