Sunday, January 13, 2008

I don't mean to write sad entries. i just write whenever i's sad

When will this end? I thought our decision to stop this is going to save me from all the unhappy thoughts. But for some reason, the painful reality has a way of getting to me.

Just like water trying to find its way to get into a piece of wood, eventually making it soft, until the sun dries it up and the spaces where the water used to flow become the very spaces that make it brittle.

I thought I am in control of this. So I just let the water flow. Because I thought its presence is going to do me good. Because I thought it would just pass by and I would not even notice that it was gone.

The water is now gone. And I noticed it. And I still could not let go of the almost eight months that it was with me.