Intensity was never bound to define us,
yet here I am thinking...
about the gap stretching between here and the day of thousand light years away;
of late night chats, of shared philosophy, of the distance which seemingly never been able to cut that crazy fixture--that is "us"
It never was a beautiful, severe, agonizing liaison; unlike our unshared past
...but we are an unlikely creatures indeed, accidentally allied by conjoint grief & disappointment...
I'm not about to deny:
the fading away passion and diminishing force fused us together on those pensive days;
the dwindling enthusiasm and deteriorating intimacy on those private nights;
the shrinking number of fervent dialogues about something, nothing, and everything...
it was all inevitable...
I'd like to claim that we were mature creatures,
that we were already hold on to our own sorrowful wisdom beforehand,
that we won't let ourselves lost in illusion and fixation...
yet here I am, listening to both rendering of "Love Buzz"
wondering if you have the same longing too,
to catch up to whatever we left hanging,
at some point in our bygone days...
really miss you, hunbun...
