Midway

I don't know. It's that familiar feeling of being lost. I keep pretending that everything is okay and that it's all yesterday. But it's not. It's still here. The memories are still everywhere.

People keep telling me to move on and all. But how does one stop loving? How does one wake up one morning and decide not to love someone?

I spoke to Jude, and concurred that life would be so much easier, if we didn't believe in values like loyalty, honour, friendship and love. I really want to chuck those aside, and not care. But I can't. I guess I just wired that way...

And so the heart keeps beating.

Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.