Tonight I cried

Tonight I cried.

I cried.

I just found out three limits that I and people crossed each other despite many warnings from each party. If any of you three read these posts, these are the things unsaid in me:

1. I used to know you. You used to know me. We read each other like story book children. Now what are we? Just two thick encyclopedia and we want to see the middle pages? If only you see that I have opened the first pages but you still sealed yours. I guess “Meet me half way” is just a title of a song.

2. As rules are meant to be broken, are limits, too? You are just a Mexico, A promised land, An Arcadia to me. And I was tempted to get there to you. And you know that, too. Or you don’t? And how about you? I can’t read your mind. I do it to others but not you…not you. I was too mesmerized to do it to you. I understand Ms. Meyer now. It’s your fault! I hold you responsible!

3. Now YOU! How many times have I painted the line? MANY! What colors do I use? BLOOD RED! How long was the line? I pretended that I know eternity. Two words for you: FUCK OFF!

And I couldn’t even see the words I was typing for tonight.. I cried.

I cried for the mother of the tears. I cried for the water that used to be the tears. And I cried for the all the tears make my eternity-length blood-red line faded.

I cried.

Tonight I cried.