the thing about technology is, it doesnt just bridge the spatial distances between 2 person, it brings you back in time into memories of people who once meant the world to you.
Today,i stumbled upon his writings,his stories and his pictures. and i cant help but to recall watching his back as he left in a cab,never to look back again.he was broken and wrought with his struggles of his perceived reality, of his loved ones and of his identity. Perhaps, it’s was also his moroseness then that drew me so deeply into what we thought was “us”. With everything i had and i was, I tried to fix him,or i naively thought i could.
and that remained as a empty page of my(our) story till today. 5 years on, as a grown adult looking at the juxtaposition of then and now, i cant help but to ask ,” Have you tried being happy for yourself, just even once? “
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“Is it that cool to be angsty still?”
