Changed

Change in life is inevitable, wholesome good changes are always welcomed, but what if it was for a 360 degree turn that becomes unrecognizable? I am concerned about a friend, whose phase of his life and mentality has changed all the way, although this is through my point of view, in which any case may be attributed to something I had told him some months back.

I thought we had talked it out amicably but today when I was browsing through Facebook, I clicked his profile through linking and realized his wall and comments were sealed and missing. It was definitely a case of restriction as confirmed by him. As usual, replies (ever since then) were short and crisp and he went 'afk'. Further probing only led him to log out of MSN.

I am very insecure and frightened whenever this kind of things happen, for little or no reason at all, we can lose our friends. The big question - "Why?" lingers eternally through the mind but constantly being denied an answer. Right now, I'm trying to ask another mutual friend if they're facing the same problem too.

If yes, I really hope whatever he's going through - all the best in recovery, both physical and mental.

If no, well, if possible not no. I really don't know what to do, looking back, before that series of truth, lots of lasting memories were forged but they could all crumble to dust and be blown away in the wind. And like a storm, it comes and goes, with no meaning, reason nor purpose.

I hope not.

Sundays

There's just an imprint that leaves you to distinguish certain days. Even if you aren't exactly keep track, the feeling retained allows you to feel the day. Sundays, glorious Sundays, there's just an air of carefree bliss to it. Especially Sunday afternoons, the perfect Sunday would be just lying around with some ballads, smooth music on.

I can't think of any other way than to enjoy life than to enjoy it on a Sunday, with no worries at all. At least that's how the world should learn to be.

In The End

It's not like I didn't expect it, but it was just a door stopper. In the end, the revelation came.

It just wasn't me, I felt a strange rush of sadness and yet happiness, for the both of us. There was no green-eyed monster because after all, I did him wrong in the first place, there's nothing much I could, or should say.

Maybe it was just a silly crush, there's a reason why they're called crushes. We weren't entirely sure of ourselves, but at least, we went for it and tried it out. But the thing is still I was unfaithful and totally killed his love.

Now moving on...heh, I wish him all the best with his next guy, he deserves better.