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Monday, July 23, 2007


Every now and then...
I come to a certain revelation about MY life, myself and the journey I've embarked on so far.
Feel as though I'm reaching the end of a circle.

Spoke to a senior of mine recently.
Superbly surprised at how much she has changed during the past 2-3 yrs.
From someone who was very devoted to love and relationships
She has become a player who plays with players too.
Something she said got stuck in my mind.
That she's taking time off from serious relationship
Trying to know more about herself and enjoy being single.

Lyrics of November Rain came into my mind at this moment as I'm typing.
"Do you need some time on your own?
Everybody need some time on their own?"

The scariest thing I've come to realise now is:
I've grown accustomed to being alone.
I no longer crave for any kind of special attachment with anyone.
I don't feel a kind of envy when I'm out with couples P.D.A-ing in front of me.
I feel NOTHING when couples passes me by.
Perhaps... I'm just too cynical.
Yeah, love's sweet, passionate, wild and overwhelming.
But it can be so excruciatingly painful, emotionally and mentally crippling.

All I'm thinking of is what's the point of having something that has an expiry date of its sweetness?

No point at all.
Especially not, when I still can't get past all the scars...

Who doesnt long for someone to hold?
Who knows how to love you without being told.
Yes, who doesn't?
But then again, who's kidding who?
That's why I'm still on my own.

Hollow
3:26 AM;