It's a gloomy sunday afternoon and I'm rotting to death without you.
It's a gloomy sunday afternooon
and I'm rotting to death without you
5:30 AM,
Jul 14, 2010

I overslept on a train today.
Coincidence, fate or destiny.
I met with the guy who I think once hated me. 

It amazing what a couple of  years can do. What was once hatred, cold wars, silent glares could turn out to be a civilized conversation, exchanging formalities, sharing "What up" in our worlds. That time, we come into a truce. At that moment I wished I get to know him better. Know him a little bit more. Looking back, we could be good friends. But we let chance slipped through us...