Facade

It’s 12.20am. It’s been almost a year since I stayed up this late.

After running helter-skelter for the seminar practice works and our very first assignments, I now can finally lay my burning thoughts to rest.

The trip to Taiwan sparked the long-forgotten memories of a chum and it was one of the worst decisions I made in my life. Not knowing what to expect, I shared with him the longing to visit Taipei (no thanks to the idol dramas and wonderful cuisine - in the end, I did nothing of that, mind you) and explore the wonderful places that the city had to offer to a tourist like myself.

Inasmuch as I’d love to, it’s far tardy to reconnect and reignite the flames of friendship; the dude would’ve probably forgotten about my existence and the friendship we once had by now. Let’s face it, it’s been almost 7 years since we actually could sit down and laugh our hearts out. I’ve tried reaching out to him once but his last words were so strained that I knew that we missed our time.

It stinks to have lost such a wonderful amigo, but people come and go in life, bringing and taking with them lessons that are to be learned.

As if that wasn’t enough to deal with, another matter cropped up at the same time. I had my suspicions when it first unravelled, but I brushed it off because I thought that I was the only one feeling weird and I don’t see any possibility of that occurring at all.

And for that reason, I have to fake a facade whenever I’m chatting with that person because I don’t want him to think that I was - and still am - over analyzing the situation between us.

It’s obvious that I’m experiencing a wave of emoness subconsciously. There are days when I want to run off in tears and drive to an unknown area to clear the crazy thoughts of mine, with the only place I want to be in being God’s House.