you *

it's silly,
this thing of mine.

you're nothing more than the ghosts of my memories now.
yet you mean so much more than that.

me to you?
a lot of restraints,
yet a lot of resignations,
and too much stubborn wanting of something that's out of my reach.

i'm completely aware of what jo knows.
but somehow, i cant forget.
but im learning how to live without you.
it's tiring, traveling with no sure roadmap,
wondering if what im doing is right.

it must be right.

only the right decisions are so painful.

p.s. somehow, i've tags for posts about little x,
yet no tags for you.
i meant it to be this way,
so that i will blog less about you.
and even if i did, it would be harder for me to find the entry again since i dont have tags.
but things seldom go my way.