That weird midnight post...

Looking through my Whatsapp photos, I chanced upon a few of the pictures we have taken during that short period of time... I wonder how you are doing now, how have you been... but frankly, I know my words will never reach your ears, ever...

It's been a year, and I don't intend to bring up the past, but, looking back, meeting you was really the most enjoyable thing in that short period of a month... but that's now gone with the wind... You and I had quite a couple in common, so much so, I felt it was so easy to talk to you, like we've known each other for so long...

Perhaps, it was the timing which we had met, that let to the relationship to grow weaker over time. As time went by, and due to the unsettled differences, we grew apart... and I drifted away from you, just like how you did with me... I would dare say we both tried, but could never patch this wound in the end...

Now looking back, I feel rather... drained. You took away my heart, and left me yearning now, to replace that heart that I lost to you... but I guess I will not find it anywhere else... a heartless soul is what I'm left, and a corpse is now what I drag with me...

Now, with so much time at my disposal, I yearn to spend it with somebody, but now... it seems I will never find anyone else to spend it with... You were that matchstick I needed in this cold winter night, but it looks like I used it too early, too soon...

My tears have dried, and my pain is now numbed, but what remains is the corpse and the memories... I may have gotten what I wanted, but now, there's no one to share it with... the joy, the pain, the laughter, and the sorrows...

I wonder, on this cold windless night... how are you now? But I know you would have already moved forward, unlike me, no matter how I try... guess it's cause you were the key, and now that I've lost it, I'm like a wind-up toy, can't be wound up, can't move about...

But perhaps, should one day, if I meet another girl like you, she could allow me to move again... but for now, I guess I can start by letting you go... Yeah...

Ian