“our dreams, and they are made out of real things
like a shoebox of photographs
with sepia-toned loving
Love is the answer
at least for most of the questions in my heart, like
Why are we here? And where do we go?
And how come it’s so hard?
It’s not always easy and
sometimes life can be deceiving
I’ll tell you one thing, it’s always better when we’re together.”

Well, after a great talk with a great friend. Perhaps what we feel should conclude the relationship. Yet anger and deception might blind us from seeing the truth? Or just reveals more truth? Why has it become so complicated? Like someone once said, “it’s so good to be unlike them ( a lot of arguments group), we’re so simple and yet, so happy.” Let’s just don’t think so much, yet that might be running away from the problem.  Our minds aren’t ready for such a huge disappointment of the outcome of the wonderful start and what could have been great.

 Ending it seemed the greatest solution for me. Yet memories and principles don’t allow me to not try and talk it out. Yet. It’ll be really hard to express what we had in mind.

Dang.