friendships are not about being right or wrong. they're about lasting long.

almost two months ago, i met a person that changed how i looked at life - making me realize that i was way beyond what people saw that i was. making me understand that life should not be taken as pill. and that reality was way beyond my league. and yet, i was crazy enough to welcome it. because it felt like home.

almost two months ago, i met myself while trekking this road i called life. i stumbled upon a picture of myself totally new. and yet, i liked what i saw. was i sad? to say the least. i found myself not in control of things. I AM O.C. i don't like it when i am not in control of things. but you know what? i welcomed it altogether. i knew it was worth the risk. because for once in my life, i was actually happy. in every sense of it.

almost two months ago, i found myself trapped in the clutches of a forrest beast. happy, though i wasn't sure if the beast felt the same security i did. must've for a moment. but it waned. slipped. intentionally. i guess i wasn't left with any choice. we had no choice. forgetting, not an option. not even a possibility. not never.

friendships are not about being right or wrong. they're about lasting long.

mine didn't last as long as i wanted it to. now i just jave to learn to live with it.