I not only want more for myself, but I want more for you, too. When you told me about how this was something that you'd expected, I can't help but feel sorry for you. I wished you were more different, but I guess now I just want you to stay true as who you are, because I think I'm loving the real you.
There are things that are never meant to be, no matter how hard you try. I'm not gonna feel sorry for not making someone else happier than he/she is now, because that's not my job. My job is to make myself feel happy. If you are my friend, you would feel the same way too; so friends are always happy together no matter what.
We are drifting apart yet another time. I hate this feeling of uncertainty and wild guesses. But this is not yet the worse. Assumption is the killer. It is uncertainty and wild guesses manifested into solid thoughts and musings that will threaten to undermine even the strongest of foundations.
I may have refused to admit previously, but deep down I know that I'm selfish. There are too many times when I decide to do things my own way without sparing a thought for others, regardless family, friends, colleagues or mere strangers. Sometimes I tell myself to let it go, but sometimes I just feel like pushing my luck, transcending my limits, outdo my boundaries. It's never nice to work around someone so ambitious. Life will be tough. I don't really like myself like that either, but I strongly believe that this is the only way things can be done.
"Try to find joy in this," I'd told myself. Funny thing is, I already have.
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