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Winter Doesn`t Mean One Gotta Be Alone
Sunday, 4 May 2008
Winter Shall Come And Go Again

I'm missing someone now. He's still nearby, he could be here in an instant, but it wouldn't matter. Because even if he's by my side, I would still be missing him. I guess I would rather be here alone, than sit there constantly being reminded of what we used to have, what we are now.

It's not that I have problems saying no. I have problems saying no, and then not wishing I had said otherwise

Did you not mean what you said? he asked.
Or was it all out of sympathy?

How do I tell him that I meant it all, and so much more,
But I am so so so tired.
Talk is cheap to us now.

Hence here I am, walking around with a hole gaping where he used to be, not because it has to be like this, but because I want it to be. Because it would hurt more otherwise, because I have little more in me to face it all.

I never thought I would miss someone by choice.

The Winter Season Arrived on 12:04;