i'm a subtext. are you game for it?

maybe it's true that promises were meant to be broken.

and i took a lil peek in that box that has long expired ever since.

that dusty thing. you / me.

the familiar playground, the quiet overhead bridge, the room, the cheesy movie,

the breakwaters, the neverending bus rides, the pool,

the 3 stalks of crimson rose. withered.

the first hello. the last goodbye.

my pursed lips cracked into a smile when i read this. once again.

"i do not love you for who you are.

i love you for who i am when i'm with you"

silly n cliche shitz. but it was love-ed.

well, take a nostalgic break to have a sober moment (fz, 2009).

:)