i was searching for unused drawing blocks under my bed.
found it. it was under there for a long, long time.
i started to draw. draw. draw.
then i flipped the pages and found a letter.
it was one of the unsent letters i write to people.
i will write, place it somewhere and forget abt it.
and there it was. a letter i wrote for him.
just one of those letters i write to tell him (telephatically/pathetically) how i was so happy and content with the thought of us. yadda yadda yadda.
reading it again, pulled me back to the spot i was in while writing it.
to that spot where i was actually telling the whole world i love him.
and then i look at where i am now,
oh how everything changed so fast.
and where im getting at is...
everything happens for a reason. cliche` but true.
a part of me is glad it ended the way it did.
and im holding on to that part.
"elly might still be smiling"
forget abt the what ifs, nur.
if things didnt end up the way it did...i wouldnt have met that other person.(hah!)
i am still smiling, nur.
only now, its not for him.
ladollyvita at 1:19 AM