Reflection #6
I knew it'll come to an end eventually, but I didn't expect it to come to an end that quickly. It was fast, and before I knew it, it have all settled.
I asked, indirectly though, yet you didn't hear, and I didn't have the courage to ask once more. I tried, but it wasn't enough, and I didn't have the courage to try again. I wished, I hoped, but it didn't help any. But when I'd've had my courage mustered up, I realized it was too late, too useless, to do so.
It was a long time ago, and I think we both knew in our hearts at that time that we were that little close to the next stage. Now, as I reread the past messages, I'd figured that both of us were, perhaps, scared of embarrassment, and neither of us dared to kick start the next phrase.
But, as expected, that this won't maintain at its peak forever. Whatever that seems new and interesting will become boring eventually. And well, it did- slowly though.
Not that I'm still bananas over you. Well, maybe still- a little. But I shouldn't, well, perhaps not now.
But what I've regretted at that time was that I knew in my heart that it's not the fact that I might not be able to kick start the phrase, but instead, the fact that I know I can try, yet I didn't, and that eats away at me like no other. And why, why, why didn't I bother to read between the lines. Until now, that everything was over, that I figured all this out.
No words can describe about the memories that I've had. Like sending text messages to one another, chatting hours online, so on and so forth. I really enjoyed that, I really did.
How I wish that would happen again.
The night a year ago was one of my happiest day of my life. (:
I asked, indirectly though, yet you didn't hear, and I didn't have the courage to ask once more. I tried, but it wasn't enough, and I didn't have the courage to try again. I wished, I hoped, but it didn't help any. But when I'd've had my courage mustered up, I realized it was too late, too useless, to do so.
It was a long time ago, and I think we both knew in our hearts at that time that we were that little close to the next stage. Now, as I reread the past messages, I'd figured that both of us were, perhaps, scared of embarrassment, and neither of us dared to kick start the next phrase.
But, as expected, that this won't maintain at its peak forever. Whatever that seems new and interesting will become boring eventually. And well, it did- slowly though.
Not that I'm still bananas over you. Well, maybe still- a little. But I shouldn't, well, perhaps not now.
But what I've regretted at that time was that I knew in my heart that it's not the fact that I might not be able to kick start the phrase, but instead, the fact that I know I can try, yet I didn't, and that eats away at me like no other. And why, why, why didn't I bother to read between the lines. Until now, that everything was over, that I figured all this out.
No words can describe about the memories that I've had. Like sending text messages to one another, chatting hours online, so on and so forth. I really enjoyed that, I really did.
How I wish that would happen again.
The night a year ago was one of my happiest day of my life. (:
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