You used to call me almost every day.

Asked me to buy cigs every now and then.

Not forgetting the usual groceries.

You used to sit outside the balcony.

Told me stories.

Especially those good times you had.

Asked me what time my classes were now and then.

Asked if I was busy.

Because the monthly pension day was due.

And I would smile and tell you when I was free.

When I would be able to take you there.

"It's not going to take long anyway," you used to say.

And I would nod in agreement.

How you said there are so many cars on the road today.

And how many things have changed and some gone away.

But I always can relate to what you say.

Because deep down inside, I'm just like you in many ways.



:')

I think it is not a good idea to let it get to your head.

what's with all the attempts of breaking free of your natural self? oh wait, maybe that is your natural self.

If she doesn't seem to be responding to you, it's not because she can't hear you, she's just not that into you.

closure.

if we needed attention so much, why do we shy away when we have it?


when we think we have all that we needed,
when we thought we could keep it,
is when it sinks in.

it may be statistically improbable, but we still think it's possible.
we still keep our hopes high,
maybe the bad times will somehow just go by,
even when we just sit and don't try.

but at times we sit and cry,
and often times we sigh,
at how hard we try.

There's no guessing what we all say in the end.

But will it really change anything?
We don't always say what we feel, words can be a play of mindful thoughts in serendipity.
There's no knowing for sure.

Give, get and let learn.