Perhaps you'll always think that you've gotten over something that used to be so very important to you, but you haven't in deep.
The wrench in my heart when I heard the song 'No Air' by Chris Brown and Jordin Sparks was fucktastic.
Although it didn't drill tears, it's wrong to even feel that way. Not something that falls within my expectation.
Over and over again, I deliberated the song to play on. And I was numbed at last.
What was I reminiscing?
The lost in faith yet unwillingness to let go at stupidity.
The lonely wakeboarding days, when I watched him and couldn't do anything about it. I finally know what it stood by "so near, yet so far".
The days in awe and hope that got smacked right back in my face.
Then came the times when the other him came along and reminded me how I ought to have lived my life right.
"Tell me how I'm supposed to live with no air. Can't breathe, can't live with no air.."
You may like to think this is another emo post, but if I never faced this, I'll never find out that this time, I have truly recovered from it. Congratulate me, mankind.
Read through all the old posts. Deleted them all.
That's all thats left. Nothing much.