March 21, 2008

Nagpunta kami ng high school friends ko sa Divine yesterday. May kasama na ring bondi. Sayang, hindi nakasama sina Chie, Alona at Meri. Buo na sana ang Charity.


Nagba-browse ako sa net ng biglang ngpop-up sa taskbar ang email alerts ko. Checked it, the message was "___ has updated his Friendster blog. I clicked on the link, checked out your blog entry. And there, you professed your desperate feelings (I chose not to call it love. *evil grin*) to this whoever-from-that-new-bldg. I didn't feel anything. No hurt feelings. No heart hardening.

Yesterday, or was it the other day, that I saw your Friendster photos. Perhaps, you can say that I haven't gotten over you. Perhaps? Seeing your photos made me realize that I was not in any of it. I was out of your life the moment you discover how to upload photos on Friendster. Maybe, I wasn't entirely over you. But have we really gotten over the people we have loved so much? I guess not.

You are in my heart. But I can't feel you beating.
You are a part of me, but I don't recur your name.
You are just another familiar song, but I vaguely recognize the lines.

You are the past.

And the period is between you and me.


The reason why we broke up in the first place is that we were growing apart. And the reason for the more-than-two-years-but-seems-to-be-just-no-commitment-attachment is that we indeed have grown apart. And we lost respect.

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