Our paths crossed...again. I am reminded of the entry I wrote some time ago regarding whether parallel paths will ever cross each other again. You've reappeared...and I'm filled with trepidation of doing the wrong things again, and happiness that you're filling the void he left behind. My days aren't half empty as they used to be. Yet I may not accept if things went further, but at the same time getting tired of playing the game at its stagnant status. Maybe I need a break, but your words reminded me of that morning where we sat and watched the sunrise replace the moon. Our Sunrise. And I can't bear to turn and walk away completely. I may be mistaken about what your words meant, and who it was for... but it was real nostalgic the way things used to be; Even the fear felt eerily familiar. But I'm no longer the wide-eyed, desperate-loving nymph who built her woods around you. And tell me if I still love you the same, or am I just living the fantasy I didn't ha...
