11102013

Too much time has gone by. We're already 22 this year. Much, much older than we used to be while we met at 17. I don't know why when I think of my future, I still see you with me. Playing with the swings, just you and me and so many children all around us. I wake up from this dream and I can only see into in the photos, telling tales of travel and venture, and you living your life the way you want to. Just that there's no place for me in there. I see every photo and can't even click the 'like' button, afraid you would think I that I am still the same person who confessed to you in that text two years ago. Well I can't say I haven't changed. In fact I think I like the way I am right now than the immature person I was back then. Still it seems I haven't fully graduated from my feelings for you. I haven't loved anyone else as much as I loved you but I'm still trying hard in spite of these feelings. You were the one I thought about while it was raining in the Thai jungles during my loneliest period in the army. Why am I being cheesy for right now? I guess this is my work in progress. Take care of yourself in your travels, and do your best in the future and I still envy that you get to work in PUB. I miss you.