Thursday, May 8, 2008

Yes, I'm still thinking about you.

Forgive me, late nights spent alone do this to me. I may regret writing this right now, but heck, like I care. You won't know who its about anyway.

A couple of days ago I told a friend our story; or, more precisely, my story of what happened between the two of us. And yeah, since then, I couldn't take you off my mind. (I must be really bored, to just think of you randomly like that. Hahaha.)

I get that its over. I get that for you, I don't exist anymore. But you know what, I hate that I don't exist for you anymore. I am left thinking if I just imagined the whole damn thing, or if it really happened. But, for what it's worth, again, I'm sorry.

The reason why I'm still apologizing is because though you said you've already forgiven me, I still don't think I've fogiven myself. Or, the universe still hasn't forgiven me.

That's the thing about regrets. It's that nagging thought at the back of your head telling you that it's always your fault. When you regret, you go against yourself, and when you go against yourself, there's no one else that can save you but yourself too. That's what I hate about it.