you, you and you.

In the end, i'm still not as gracious towards him as how you were towards me.

2 years after we've concluded our tale, i'm still searching, still hoping.

Searching for that something we left behind, hoping to find it again one day.


Though this time, i no longer walk alone. That hand that you've released, no longer hangs there alone.

Yet, while i never thought i'll have to use this label again, i guess i was wrong. Just as how i was about many things before; that perhaps, after all, you'll always be around.