That's Life

Disclaimer: This is going to be a long, boring post that will reek of extreme angst and unhappiness so if this is what gets your gander please feel free to close the window. Only I don't think that you will do so because you wouldn't be here in the first place if you were not interested in what I have to say, regardless of the nature of the posts that I churn out. Of course, I might also be flattering myself in thinking that people who are acquainted with me are actually still reading this bullshit, which in truth is quite a long shot, considering that my past ten posts have mostly been one-liners which convey as much meaning as a Kinder Surprise.

I was just thinking about things. Whittier once said, 'For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'it might have been'. Here's your last chance to click the red X at the top right hand corner of your screen before you get lost into this emotional mire which I'm only too happy to sink in. Anyway, back to the point, if there even was one to begin with.

I suppose it'd be romantic to think that you look back from time to time. Maybe you even wonder what might have been if things hadn't fallen apart. Heck, maybe you actually have regrets. Ok I think I'm pushing my luck too far now hahaha.

Honestly though, I do wonder if you've thrown away everything I've given you. My guess is no. But I don't suppose you'll ever look at that pink book the way you used to ever again. It'll probably be stashed in between the books in the cabinet above your writing desk for a long long time, assuming you didn't chuck it somewhere in the deep recesses of your wardrobe already.

I haven't been to the area where you stay in a long time. Perhaps 4 or 5 times in the last couple of months? Which is a drastic decrease, considering I used to go there 4 or 5 times a week. Haven't been to the mall either, where we used to go 3 or 4 times a week.

I think I know how you actually feel though. If I really knew you as well as you once told me I did, it's probably correct. But the key words are 'think' and 'probably', so I'm not going to say it.

Things change though. As do people. To be honest, I quite miss the girl with the geeky glasses who always squinted and scrunched her nose whenever she was concentrating hard, the girl who always wore tee-shirts with cute sayings like 'sing a happy song' at home and the girl who called me ten million times a day just to tell me everything, ranging from the mundane to the exciting to the unique, that was going on in her life.

All right, I think my train of thought just got completely derailed. On the bright side this incongruous post wasn't that emo.