loner's heaven

I just viewed his blog.

Things have changed. He's grown up now and I guess, when u're a grown-up, things do change.

I used to see them just play around, he doesn't talk much to her, she doesn't talk much to him.

They don't even look at one another in the eye. They used to talk about her and another guy, while he would just shy away, looking sad, depresed, asking "why? ...why?" The person he likes, just doesn't look at him in the eye.

He used to be a quiet boy, until till today, that he is grown-up. Now that he cannot suppress his anger and frustration anymore, he vents his hatred on this very earth. This very place where he grew up. This very place, where he (and she) grew up together. Little did he know, the hurt that he's bringing to everyone. Everyone around him, and her.

Everyone who were his friends, every single one of his peers, every single one who had trusted in him. We felt betrayed, while he was detroit. If time could be reversed, He would wish that all these never took place; and all that was present, were destroyed. Every single thing. Including her.

But his love for her, was too deep. He loved her too much to even see her slip. Little did he know, that love is blind. He loved her, but she could not even pay him back in kind. He's very sad, that he lost to time. He is unsatisfied with the fact that that he was too shy. He hated himself and he wanted others to die.

Little did he know, all that he wanted was some peace. To live with her and probably their children in bliss. Liberating himself, from what he would call "Whatever the f*ck is this".

Then he realised; that all was a dream. That life was a story without a theme. That relationships are paper thin. That what was thought to be everything, turns out to be nothing. The it was impossible between she and him. That she, was nothing, but a human being. That in his life, she was nothing more that "Just another thing".



The above story would be dedicated to someone who has failed me in some ways, someone who has caused me great problems, but this person is still someone whom I will be depending on. Someone, whom I believe, still has the chance to turn around and tell me,

"Sir, I'm sorry for whatever hurt that I have caused. I loved her, but... the hatred... is just too great."

Looking deep into the eyes, I would tell this person, "It's ok. I understand your pain. Trust me, I really do."

posted by yang @ 6:51 AM