Trapped
May 15, 2006I read something minutes ago. And I don’t know if I was meant to read it. I don’t know if he purposefully let me read it.
I just can’t help but wonder who he was talking about. And I most certainly couldn’t help but match certain puzzles…connect certain pm’s to some of his posts.
What was that all about, anyway? (Gosh, I somehow wish you were reading this…maybe you are..maybe you aren’t..but if you are then let me know. I’m certain you’d know it is you I’m speaking of, anyway.).
You had no business puzzling me like that(or maybe you had). Why those messages, anyway? Damn! I feel so trapped. You put me into this maze and I couldn’t move ‘coz I’m afraid of being lead into the wrong direction and I might never be able to get back.
I totally miss the friendship. Totally. I miss the old times. You may not know this but those were the most meaningful days of my life. I don’t recall ever feeling that…peaceful. And honored. You were one of the few who made me feel life…and the good things in it. Our friendship has always been(and would always be) something I would hold in my heart for as long as I live.






