as i sat in the almost empty bus while listening to my songs,

a picture of us was suddenly depicted in my head.

memories of us seem clearer to me now.

all of a sudden i could remember everything we had gone through together so vividly.

and slowly, i put myself in your shoes.

i realised how hurt you were feeling, at the time when our "tragedy" happened.

i had been such a bitch.

a fucking bitch.

then, tears started flowing.

feelings for you started to grow.

i couldn stop crying in the bus.

i kept telling myself,

if only i wasnt too muddle-headed,

if only i wasnt too sensitive,

if only i wasnt that naive,

if only i could put aside negative assumptions,

things would turn out different and better.

and after talking to you ytd,

i dreamt of you.

the worst dream i wish would never happened, was happening in my dream.