Dreams of cinamon sugared pretzels and late night movies

I'd turn back the clock 4 months back if I could, to redo all that happened. I shouldn't though, even if I could.

Yes, I shouldn't.

Words spoken can't be taken back. A tinge of regret for what was said, though perhaps, unfounded. I stopped feeling what I was supposed to feel. I stopped all that emotional abuse. I stopped feeling sorry for myself. I stopped hating, or should I say, I didn't really touched upon that.

Miles away, both physically, emotionally and mentally, the void is there to feel. The hurt, mellow and throbbing, underlying all the laughter. Nonetheless, the laughter, the happiness, the joys, the fun, these are all real. There's no reason for me to hide, no reason for me not to feel what I'm feeling.

This time round, I truly wish you the best, from the bottommest of my heart, and the toppertest of my tummy of course.

I do hope you see the pure honesty of this entry. This how I feel, free of all hate and hurt for now. It's not meant to persuade or convince.

"To the world, you may be one person. But to one person, you are his world."

Ditto to the quote you told me once, I will find that one person.