The Diary of a Late Bloomer (6)

I believe every words you said

But in the end, I hurt you so bad


Let’s meet again someday, in the future, when everything is clear-sighted. When I have it done with my self and we become a better person by then. Let’s meet when everything is right. Just so there is no doubt in beginning a journey worth of every laughs and cries. There will come that someday. Will you be patiently waiting for it? 


The Diary of a Late Bloomer (5)

Give me a second I

I need to get my story straight


A brand new me, The same old love
I love this transquil, peaceful side of me. This undistorted side of me. This self—sufficient side of me. Because the world is a lot roomier, busier with the ramblings of varied talks, from petty about new fad to heavy topics about politics, economics, etc. I hope, I’ll be able to always maintain this state of mind. To not allow anything to easily distract me. But, all in all, aside from endless switching back and forth the names, I wish for the best still. 

Confession to Broken Lady (12)

Is there any body going to listen to my story?

All about the girl who came to stay


The way Aomame and Tango united at last, much as it bored me the slowly progressing pace, but it tells through the passing time, even in the oddest possible ways: what meant to be, meant to be. It shouldn’t be that fast, but he left me unintended remark, only to awe me, only to have me further rethought of every two cents, and only to make know myself better; of what is a matter of significant important and what is not worth a thought .” 

In between remembrance, she walked the her thought once passed in tandem with the soul she adored, she remembered every chunk of memories she once had in word detail; exchanged outlooks and casted joking. She had enough in remembrance to end it always with a light smile.