Saturday, September 17, 2005
Melancholia.
Fuck. Why couldn't I bring myself to say everything I wanted to say to you for the last time. There you were speaking of everything I was thinking about but too damned chicken or prideful to voice. And now that you're gone, I sit around melancholic and regret my decision. How fucked up is that. I don't even know how you affect me like you do. You should be boarding the plane by now. And here I am typing this with the cds you burnt for me playing in the background. Only after hearing the songs you carefully put together did it hit me. You were right about them. They all hold a poignancy parallel to everything we shared and convey more than words can say. The only thing that managed to get through my thick head was the music and now it's too late. Ahh shiit there were just so many things that I wanted to tell you but I guess you'll only know if you happen to stumble upon this one day. We meet by chance and we part by chance. Till 2007 then.
Wake me up when september ends..
Shu at 12:47 AM
