One more day. One more day and all this will be over. Just one more night. Tomorrow's our deadline. I keep on wondering what will happen. Will anything ever happen? Probably. A lot can happen in just a day. Just like when I met him. It all happened in an hour and a half. That was all it took. That was all it took us to... realize our hidden connection. Is there really a connection? Or is it just a troubled thought lingering helplessly in my head? Is it all just me? Is this really how it's supposed to be? The feeling of not having anything. The feeling of regret. The feeling of guilt. The feeling of embarrassment. The feeling of shame. The feeling of helplessness. The feeling of... dejection, dysphoria, melancholy, hopelessness, misery, vexation... and amidst all these, the feeling of love. It's such a strange thing how we see love in terms of petty incidents, petty events, petty situations, petty interactions, petty reasons, petty questions, petty answers. When will this ever end?

Let's just wait for tomorrow.

2/18/2009 05:46:00 PM