its midnight over here. 5 am, I’m flying back to singapore in a few hours time. I hate nights because they are always so lonely.
Its also night-time that my mind runs wild. and I think of the past alot. i think quite abit of good has come out of the break up.
I now officially cringe upon any break-up news. Its emotionally draining and very sad *cues Adele songs*. Nights like this, I wonder whether I imagined our past. How something , someone I was so sure of, end up this way. How promises are forgotten. How moments are so easily forgotten. It makes me question how a same relationship can matter so differently to the two parties.
Much as self-delusion softens the blow, reality is reality. That no thought or consideration was given to us. that promises were mere words. And ultimately, I meant too little to her. I used to wish that she would have a taste of her own medicine or that she would come to her senses. I don’t wish her anything good or bad now. It is irrelevant to me and therefore no longer applies to me.
Tonight’s just one of those nights.
2012 is the year for growth!
