More than a year ago, I said I knew how it was going to end. Well, it is sure getting clearer and clearer.
I guess I'm just unsure of being attached. Since the start. Still fighting with myself, whether it was the right move or not. I envy the single, I envy the couples. I just envy all.
The guys think I'm the old type. The "dad, have a kid, sit down with family, let's have dinner together" kind, I dont think I am.
I guess I'm the "uncle, living alone, loves kids, dies alone".
You're so damn perfect you know that. You always stay patient, making me more "assholey" like I guess. I dont know.
I love being alone you know. Not all the time, but I'm always alone. The colleagues, the guys... they are friends, but are they really? I told you I'm always not here nor there, it's true. Why else would I have a blog to talk to myself?
I guess this alone thing applies to you as well. We don't talk that much, we don't share a lot. We said we will, but we don't. I don't. And so do you.
Those facebook updates, your livejournal updates. I'd rather wish you put them into a blog where no one reads. It hurts to know that you feel that way. And to know it along millions.
Aaah. Whatever. Bear in mind fiz,
She's perfect for you. She held herself for you. She understood you, a lil more than others i guess. But nonetheless. You lose her you might never get another. Never. Nata. Empty. There's probably no one else right now.
::Like a jigsaw puzzle, when the picture's done, we either frame it for life, or take it down and put it away::
