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[warped_dreamer]

last wednesday, when one of my best friends mel visited me, our conversation shifted from her almost-first-kiss to how i've celebrated my birthdays the past few years. it sort of killed me that i had a hard time remembering exactly what i did with whom at which birthday where. evidently, more than enough booze was consumed

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[anonymous]

we could have done without all those words.. it led us into a false sense of hope and i've never trusted promises. don't get me wrong, our time isn't without its own magic. with you, i loved mornings for the first time in my life.

That's what he's best at, isn't he? Words. Sadly, in the end when it matters the most, that's as far as it goes. One more lesson learned the painful way.

[warped_dreamer]

at least we learn. i'd like to think that at the end, i remember the good days and not the bad. the lessons make us hopefully, better people and not jaded ones. of course, we all become broken after every relationship that doesn't work out. but hey, when we finally get to piece ourselves together after the grief, we get to decide if we glue ourselves and hearts back with optimism or bitterness.

personally, no matter how often i sound as if i'm contradicting myself, i'll choose optimism anyday.

i hope he learned his lessons too.