Far away.

I woke up from a dream about you and realised how so far apart we are now, considering we were so close back in college. Or at least for some time, we were. And I remember what we used to tell ourselves about the future. This is what we called the future - it is not what we imagined it to be, at least between us. And the things we said we'd do, or those you asked me to, I do not think I can do still. Because, and I painfully say it again, we are so far apart. Somehow this is the result of my doing, and I need to spell everything out to myself to remember why I did it everytime I realise that all the secrets and conversations and friendship we used to share are now but distance. Far, far distance.

Sometimes I wish I can spell it out to you too, if it's not too late yet for you to understand, if we have not missed out on each other so much that we've become strangers. But I may be wrong - you do know why we're where we are. It is because of my doing, and what I did was a response to what you had done. You know why I had to pull away. You made me.

At the end of it all, however, I think we're still okay. I know we're still okay. Okay, though, is far from what we used to be.

(Sorry, sobrang drama lang nito.)