Day 2. The Colour Changing Quill

I had a tiring day today. I didn't get that chance to think about you coz i was busy with work. Great right? Wish i will always be busy so my mind won't drift off to things and places it shouldn't be drifting on. I just remembered to ask Carine a while a back how things went at your party.Glad that it went well. Even heard it was in "Daya". I envy them. So much. Not only because i wanted to be there too but i wanted to see you.

I know i've been there but the first and last time i was, things didn't work out fine. I walked away and never looked back. 

I thought, that would be the last time i'll get to hear from you. The last time i'll think of you.

That after doing that i'll be able to free my mind from thinking of you.

But i was wrong. Very wrong.

I watched a friend of mine a while ago and He made me think of you. He was all dressed up. You know how guys are being maporma. I was reminded that you were once like that. But i have always loved how you tried to look casual as always and how you dragged yourself even with those baggy clothes you wore. I never said anything about them. I only get to stop you from doing that annoying sound when you walk where you get to drag your feet(shoes/whatever around) and you hated carrying them.

*sigh*

and all i did in this blog is to reminisce you.

Damn it.

Work was work. It was no longer a playground. It' the real world where we're not punished with low grade but termination. I should have been sharing all of these things to you. And MAYBE we could have been laughing together.

But all i could now is to wish.

This blog is full of would and could. Will and can. 

Francis a colleague of mine asked me, "Why is it always valentines day for you? You're always wearing red."

I smiled and answered, "Valentines? I am actually broken hearted."

=)