Thursday, November 22, 2007
worst tattoo.
If i would ever be ask who's the only person that i am scared to see again, it would still be him. Most of my friends know him. I know, he is also a friend but I don't know, the last time I saw him was on my 18th bday and I hoped that that would be the last time I would see him. That night, I held him by the hand, brought him to the dance floor and bid him goodbye. And at that very moment, I close that chapter of my life with him. Months after, there were moments when I almost had the cruel chance to see him again but it was as if, God was listening to my plead so when I had to go to that familiar place where he was usually seen by my friends, I would luckily be late or I would be too lazy to even go.
I am afraid to see him again not because I still love him or the feelings might just go back , but because I am happy now and I don't want to be reminded how sad I was back then. I don't want the pain of the past to drag me down, because if I will be able to see him, I'm sure that's going to happen. Though without that possibility, I know what he was would always be with me. He's that fragment of memory that I could never erase.
If time would come and fate thinks that I am already ready for the challenge, I may still cry but I won't mind, because I know that those tears, just like him, taught me to strong and love myself a little more.
12:15 AM
