moving on

[ekwa]

There's always that one person. who, for it never worked out with. There was always something in the way, time, distance, circumstance, stupidity. One person, for whom the door was never closed. But what for? and for how long? At what point do we just graduate to honesty and say "Yes, I have love for you. I always will. You will always be a big part of whatever I am or become, but a decade is a long time. Let's let the past lay where it has fallen and just move the fuck on. Let us evolve. Let us be the great friends that we were always meant to be (even if we were just too dumb to see it all these years). Let's close that door and whatever weird chapter it contains. Let us shut the fuck up about it without any form of maudlin, mourning loss of nostalgia. Let's go grab a drink and few laughs and just be what we are this very moment. God will love us for it.".

I just wish I would've known this was the way it was supposed to be. It would've saved the world a lot of bullshit. . . oh, but isn't that the way it is, every god damn time. I wish I would've known. . .

fuck it. first round is on me kidd-o. race ya to the bar :)