history does repeat itself....

i tried to "forget" the whole ordeal, but i guess, it'd just resurface until we both decide to call it quits.

reached out through ways i know how, but i can't force myself to get that "favorable" response. with all due respect, i accepted your decision to keep mum.

been away for about a couple of weeks and more days in counting. some say it's the best time to let it simmer. but still uncertainty looms on the day of my return.

for some weird reason, i rummaged into mementos. gahd, we've had some "history". i can't take away the fact that we are the closest of friends. that's why it hurts sooo bad.

i just hope (and pray) that days would be brighter. i can't bring myself to carry this rift.

for what it's worth, i want you to know that i still hold you dear to me.

if only the wind can take this whole thing away... how good is it to think that as we wake up, we'll never remember "that day" ever happened.

but sigh, those things only happen in fairy tales...