Coming out of the office the other day, I saw a car similar to yours just waiting by the street. I looked at the car for a minute or two, trying to reminisce the last time when it was you who was there waiting for me to come down. Alas, I couldn't remember... and inside I couldn't help but feel sad for some reason.

I guess the simple explanation would be that I miss time spent with you. What's worse is that time spent together lately would be mostly because of my efforts. Distinctly, I still remember the time when you asked out for a movie (TNMT). I guess it was only that time that I ever felt like my company mattered to you because it was you who initiated going out... and this was way back in March. Sometimes, I wish it would be you who would ask to just simply spend time.

It's tougher nowadays that our daily lives don't directly coincide with each other... and I simply try to make the most of each second spent, especially knowing that it'll be harder come the next year. I understand that you're busy, and yet sometimes it hurts when I feel that it's only me placing effort. It hurts when I feel like I'm the back-up plan, to everything that could come.

I don't like placing my emotions here in this blog, but I guess I'd rather do that than tell it to you... since you tell me you get hurt by what I say; worse you'll get mad at me. If I email it to you, you'll just probably lie about not reading it... all the same, it will just be me talking, with you listening, or never listening and never saying what you think