Inspite of the passing of time, some things won't seem to fade away.
This December school break has returned me to square one at the end of the last summer break.
It's been a while since I last contact her - a part of me wants to give her a call to ask her how she has been doing currently - things about her job, her family, her friends and her pet cat. Another part tells me that she might not need this call at all.
Sometimes I kinda hope for that serendipity where I will bump into her on the streets and hopefully have a look at her face again. Another part of me dreads bumping into her with her other half.
Inspite of what my friends say it's still hard for me to put myself in a clear perspective. There is no desire for me to get back into the dating game, even given with some options for me right now.
The Bard can pretty much sum up what I am feeling right now: Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.