Just Like That

I know a lot of people. And so do you, but sometimes we just can't quite tell who our friends are.

You know you're supposed to reflect of each other.

Or sometimes we put on a great show to tell the world we're doing great. We know we aren't.


Coming home, the people i grew up with- not only in terms of physical aspect, make things real for me.

In the short span of an eye contact, a gesture, a touch or a piece of silence shared, it brings back everything i ever knew and deemed real.

But there is also the reminder of all the things said and left unsaid.


I'm not the most expressive human being to walk the earth but i treasure these relationships i've been blessed with and lock them away in my heart. So much so that, at one point i decide to let go but by the next i know i can't just by looking into your eyes.

Even through the brokenness, the bad memories and things never cleared up, to me the friendship i harbour is worth more than the mess and worth more than just what we feel.


It's just that on this runaway train of life, some things were never meant to be, however much you wanted to paint a picture perfect. You simply get distorted. But i guess that doesn't matter.

And life will carry you on and we continue meeting new people everyday. And though i wish to create more memories each way i turn, you all..will always be my very first love, and the love i found at home that has taught me what it's like to grow.


Yeah i've just been in a funny mood these days. Can't quite reach any conclusion to my musings, can't quite sort them out either... But i suppose that's how life goes; midway and you realise suddenly that there are so many things you don't understand, so many things which passed you by. Just like that.