...and probably some sort of cosmic conspiracy.
hee hee hee.
it was by choice that when I packed and left for singapore, i didn’t bring anything with ‘feelings of bert’ attached to it.
that’s why when something pops up, it rattles me.
like this bert ring.
BERT!!! this is just one of the many rings that has *poofed* out of thin air and found itself here. and if you think am nuts or am lying. just imagine my own self doubt. it’s crucifying! i was turning my night lamp off and sms-ing when all of the sudden i saw it on my finger! how in the world did it get there? am not kidding! my consciousness wouldn’t allow me to do such thing. if you had seen me after the months we broke up, oh man, your consciousness wouldn’t allow it either.
sigh. it’s not the first time though. but it’s okay, some old routines are had to break.
the funny thing is... i don’t miss bert. but when i think of him, it’s with great warmth and fondness. i truly love this guy. notice that love is stated in present-progressive tense. though not the same way, it has evolved into something else, it’s more subdued.... maybe because my heart is inclined to someone else right now... erm, not ready to talk about who and what just yet.
anyways, I think of bert often... but am in a very strange state where I just feel he’s just... there, and that at anytime... when i truly need to, I can speak to him. I think it comes with 9 years.
strangely, I only got over him... late last year. when i realised i was capable of feeling things intensely again. so... prozac doesn't dull everything to oblivion. hehehe.
...and probably some sort of cosmic conspiracy.
hee hee hee.
it was by choice that when I packed and left for singapore, i didn’t bring anything with ‘feelings of bert’ attached to it.
that’s why when something pops up, it rattles me.
like this bert ring.
BERT!!! this is just one of the many rings that has *poofed* out of thin air and found itself here. and if you think am nuts or am lying. just imagine my own self doubt. it’s crucifying! i was turning my night lamp off and sms-ing when all of the sudden i saw it on my finger! how in the world did it get there? am not kidding! my consciousness wouldn’t allow me to do such thing. if you had seen me after the months we broke up, oh man, your consciousness wouldn’t allow it either.
sigh. it’s not the first time though. but it’s okay, some old routines are had to break.
the funny thing is... i don’t miss bert. but when i think of him, it’s with great warmth and fondness. i truly love this guy. notice that love is stated in present-progressive tense. though not the same way, it has evolved into something else, it’s more subdued.... maybe because my heart is inclined to someone else right now... erm, not ready to talk about who and what just yet.
anyways, I think of bert often... but am in a very strange state where I just feel he’s just... there, and that at anytime... when i truly need to, I can speak to him. I think it comes with 9 years.
strangely, I only got over him... late last year. when i realised i was capable of feeling things intensely again. so... prozac doesn't dull everything to oblivion. hehehe.