20.1.06
im beginning to wonder if i am the only one who's immensely affected. if all the heartache is one-sided. if, instead of feeling a sense of loss, you're genuinely liberated. i suppose if that's the case, it should call for a celebration. rightfully. but i still cant bring myself to think that yet...i honestly think that that sucks, because it just reflects how ive wasted one and a half years of my time and feelings, none of which is being reciprocated. tell me it's not true.
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it is, in a twinkle of an eye, over. regrettably so, but for the better i guess. which makes things all the more worthwhile. or at least thats how i choose to convince myself.
on thursday morning, i walked around alone, and let the loneliness set in. perhaps a bit too much, because when i proceeded to the swing at the nearby playground, tears began welling up uncontrollably. as i dialed daphne's phone number twice, i was greeted both times by the same engaged tone. it is strange how on such occassions, such things always happen. then because time was up, i made my departure, wiping the stubborn tears which insisted on rolling down my cheeks as i walked away.
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