Sunday, February 28, 2016


Hindsight is 20/20. 

Eight years after it ended, I still can't wrap my mind around what happened. Was I just being used? Were we caught up in a moment of shared togetherness, when everything just clicked and fell into their own right place?

Back then, what we had was in a word, fragile. It was in essence, a moment. Or a series of moments. Blips in time where everything was perfect. But before we even had a chance to savor it, as with every moment in life, it came and went away unexpectedly.

Here I am now, sitting down, trying to search for memories or clues that would try to help me figure out what happened, or just try and trace back all the little events that led to the crumbling of whatever "relationship" we had. Unfortunately, I'm drawing blanks.

I hate loose ends. I hope we get to talk about it soon. But I'd wager against it. She's apparently leaving the country in a few months, further reducing our chances to meet and talk.

Maybe next time, but I'm not hoping.

If hindsight is indeed 20/20, why can't I see everything clearly while looking back?