Monday, March 7
so many roads. so many people. yet it was two of us, on the same road together. so many people, on the same road. yet it was you of all people, with whom i'd walk together.
i know that i'll end up walking alone again. and i have been accustomised to this journey.
but not having you, even for the time being, will feel abysmal. just like shoes. they may wear out. they may tear. but the temporary comfort it brings beats having nothing.
if you'll finish this journey with me together, i'll be there for you too.
dedicated to all my great friends, my good friends, my not-so-good friends, and someone else.