a broken ship

Life is unfair in many ways but not all unfairness is given, most of it is created.

There are people who truly care about us, yet we chose to ignore and put our affection on others who might in turn disregard us like we did to the ones who care.

It is a vicious cycle. You undo to others what you want them undo to you.

I can't remember how, but often the most valued things were lost in the most invaluable way. It is a question of trust and a matter of choice, that we suddenly turn the weapons against each other, that we choose to drift apart and forget all those things we shared. A three-hour call in the middle of the night that would warm our hearts in the past seems all bothersome and time-consuming now. Sending a message to ask you how you are doing which used to excite our little hearts but only to receive a hesitant, one-word reply today. When letter-writing seems all silly, when meeting up seems to take forever, when we are finding hard to speak to each other like good old times...

It's over, or almost over.

A part of me refuse to let it become history.

It is not hard to understand that it takes two to clap. But when will I ever hear an echo?

5 ships sank... one I tried to save, died down on me too.

We sailed on this ship for too long, and on too peaceful seas... when now there is a creak, we are at a loss of what to do.

I spoke too much. You spoke too little but I've gotten used to it that even the little words you say, I can see how much they really mean. But things gone wrong for you, whatever I said... you read too much into it and took it personally. When I wanted to ask, you said that I can't understand. When I stopped asking and said something, you said I misinterpreted you.

Maybe I am judgmental at times, but now I am judged before I spoke my words clear. How can I talk to you, like the good old days?

Every time we met, there is unspoken silence and awkwardness which I slowly learned to brush away.