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||Some things can't be undone..

Strangers can become best friends, just as fast as best friends can become strangers..


Everytime I see you now, when I see how we cross each other by as strangers, I am reminded of how it was before and how much can things change. Sometimes, I almost break down, I cannot look you in the eyes, that's for sure. Sometimes I wonder how hard would it be to just stop, stop and stand right there in front of you. Take a few steps, smile, and pull your cheeks, then wait for that irritated expression. But before I let go of what is holding me back, I'm reminded of why it is so. I'm reminded of why we are what we are now - strangers. I cannot just walk up to you and start talking, because we're not best friends anymore, we're two people who used to know each other and are now just unfortunately stuck in the same place.

I wish one day you realise exactly what you did, I wish one day Karma slaps you right in the face.

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