As I pushed myself through the flats eager to reach home, I passed by a couple who were raising their voices at each other. Eventually, the girl said something like "you don't love me" and started screaming. I glanced at them, and continued on my way home. 
 

I seldom write about you. I never do in fact probably, but this reminded me of how we were last time. Then I started thinking what will happen tomorrow. Will the girl head home and sob helplessly, and endlessly? Will they hold hands again one week from now, oblivious to the little conflict a week ago? 

It is my deepest wish that you are doing well now. I have gained the power to forgive, you and me, and perhaps, it was just a leg in this journey we called life. My sincerest wish is that you found some memories in it worth remembering. As for me, I don't really know.

Then I think about love, how it always begins with this special feeling that will remain with you forever and ever. Perhaps that is what you mean to him too.. I have my reservations, but I cannot doubt love. How there are some people who never fails to captivate and recaptivate my heart. That no matter sometimes while thinking through opportunites logically, there is still this nagging feeling that something is missing.

And as I looked at you looking at me, your eyes lit like the stars of a dark night sky, your smile reflecting the light of the new moon, it captivates me, again and again. I was jealous, and not, and you gained, and you lost. It confuses me, for I feel that we are not one who can get along well, for there is too much bone headed-ness in both of us. And perhaps there is something in me that feels unscratched. But that, is another realm altogether, perhaps something no one can ever reach. But I still yearn for you sometimes, to hold your hand and to kiss you, under the moonlit stars. To wish away all your sorrows, so your smile can remain there forever forever.

At this very night, I'm confnused.