Why is it that everytime I've made up my mind to just leave it at that and let you slip away from my delicate fingers, you pop up with a subtlely that becomes at times hard to bear. It's still the same old thing not that I'm complaining but you see sometimes my emotions get in the way of my friendship to you. I still find myself staring off at space with nothing but his memory in my head. I noticed the feelings that you invoke in me have changed, it's not as intense but it's still there. Maybe I'm on my way to recovery. Ughh why is it taking so long? I'm in a hurry anyway.
Recovery, what a word and why do we use it for emotions? Recovery for me is synonymous to being sick.
Recovery, hmmm is that something to celebrate? I don't know. I'll cross the bridge when I'm there.
Meanwhile, I'll just go on enjoying your flattering words. "Hindi maganda ang gising ko... Pero ng magtext ka, na ok." ;p
"The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new lands, but in seeing with new eyes." - Marcel Proust, French novelist
1.20.2007
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