I hate myself for bringing back memories of you...

March 11, 2008

And here I am again. Bringing back the memories I had with you. I’m desperate. I want to shop but I can’t because I don’t have money anymore. Life was different when you were here with me. My life was so comfortable. I don’t have to wait for anther payroll to finance myself because I have you. But now I’m broke. Just like before and again. I cannot do what I want to do. I cannot buy what I want to buy. In times like this I always remember you and the life I had with you. With you I don’t worry about the taxi fare, the price of the commodity, I don’t worry about the dinner. I always enjoy our quiet dinner at any fancy restaurants we find in the lonely planet. Life was so different with you in it. Now I have to pay for my dinner, eat alone, pay my own massage, take jeepney instead of taxi and worst thing is; I used to do what we love to do and eat what we love to eat alone, with out you and that’s the hardest part. Your memory is still alive and its haunting me where ever I go, what ever I do. How can I avoid you? How can I forget you? I don’t want to be stucked in my own country with nothing but memories of you…