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Tuesday, October 07, 2008

i have a feeling you were placed in my life for some reasons. some reasons unknown in the beginning and it slowly starts to surface. like a dead corpse thrown out at sea. the mangled remains that i finally find, entangled upon itself and decomposing badly.

i guess there are lessons within our meeting that we have to learn. such as how to control my fiery temper which is so typical of me. you know right-brained people are pretty much different from the usual brood. they actually have weird ideas that don't seem to make logical sense but in a most complex way, they do? i actually think that being forced to use my right hand when i was young confused my brain. it made me weirder than ever. (no scientific proof to the latter, i was trying to make weird links like what right-brained people always do)

perhaps you were placed in this part of my life for me to understand myself better. to know that i'm no pushover and i like who i like and i dislike who i dislike. period. different people have different sets of values. and i just happen to be upfront about mine.

maybe you never realised, how obstacles help us grow. that when we meet with setbacks, we shout about it, but we don't give it up. because that will mean that our relationship has no basis to have even existed at all. nobody puts in effort into something to watch it go down the drain. i have no wish to hurt you, but i do because i care.

we don't compare. we may think about it but we don't compare. because comparing only means that you don't match up to someone else.

we were drowning in our sorrows and we had to seek a way out. i don't know why you chose the easy way but i never wanted the easy way out. you've changed your mind and i hope that you did it because you really wanted it. not because of a feeble meek attempt to reconcile your guilt.

somehow as time goes by you feel more wary. of the things around you. of how even the closest soul to your heart can hurt you. precisely so that she can hurt you more than anything can. so close that the blow is fatal.

only heaven knows
-cheryl
3:09 AM





Cheryl

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