Tuesday, November 09, 2004
Dashed hopes.
If I ever had any in the first place.
I need no confrontation. Inference is all I need. This world ain’t the one to consent my liking for you.
Different experiences and walks of life. We are just different. Being different here means no future of being together. Not that I wanted a lifetime with you. Oh please! Spare me that crap. I told myself never to believe in love and I can’t reverse that. So screw all that love you for life thingy. All I wanted was just a snippet of memory of my time with you.
Now I know the meaning of undercurrents. Precisely how I would explain our similarities yet differences as well. On the surface, all calm like how similar we are, a uniform area with no blemish or ripple but when you look beneath the surface, our differences stares back so blatantly. What that matter lies beneath the surface.
We are different.
However, I still feel that attraction. Even knowing that you are so far both in mind and distance.
I give up now.
Moving on.
11:02 AM*
