it is raining.
what a lovely weather to stay and sleep the whole day away, at my own comfort home.
then i saw a familiar name online..
itchy hand, i went to click.
and so we started talking..



you are one fcking busy woman.
and that is always something i hated about you.
six years ago, six years from then and six years later.
you are still forever giving me "excuses" or "reasons"..



maybe it is fated after all..
that we won't ever chance upon each other again.
goodbye.