That lift was a mistake.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Did God plan all of this? Or was it just purely coincidence? I've always thought i could forget all about you, all about us, all about our past but I guess I was lying to myself all along. The answer's out at the very moment you appeared in front of me, that is, i couldn't. It's been a year or rather, two years yet my wound hasn't healed, has it? You most probably knew i was there, right in front of you, but yet you pretended that I wasn't. You don't even feel any hurt, any sadness, do you? WHY?! WHY MUST YOU APPEAR RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME?! Why can't you just disappear from my life? Your presence just make me feel worse. You've stabbed me once and isn't it enough? From the moment you've sent the mail, we are no longer friends, we no longer know each other and i no longer have talked to you. It's my fault, isn't it? I shouldn't have gone there. I shouldn't have notice your presence. I shouldn't have lifted up my head...