It did not help talking about you. I thought, now, after so many years, I've already moved on. I know I did. But after opening up to the world about what happened and what did not happen, well, it left me hoping again. And after that spark of hope, i began wanting again. I started tracing my steps and began asking same questions that was left unanswered before. And when I looked for answers, reality knocked the wind out of me. It's telling me to stop hoping because there is a slim chance of the past repeating itself, slim to none.
When you leave one place, people will move on and will forget about you. Yes, they may know that you exist but it doesn't matter. You don't matter to them anymore. You are just a memory. Good memory, maybe. But still a memory that will soon be forgotten.
Goodbye my almost lover
Goodbye my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should have known you'd bring me heartache,
almost lovers always do
- Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy
Tama na, work na.
hmmm? Naconfuse ako kung sino to. 
