a Journey

My International Relations (IR) tutor was explaining what theories was: "A framework to help people understand reality..." I tuned out after that as I was suddenly reminded about my own theory regarding the break-up.

We were just not meant to be. Suddenly, all those "irreconcilable differences" and "incompatabilty" reasons I used to read and poo-poo(ed) in gossip magazines *blush* made sense to me! Different styles of loving. If two people express and identify different actions and words as love, it doesn't matter if the two persons love each other. Why? Cos they won't be able to feel the love! Sometimes I wonder, maybe, love is enough. Only if the two persons feel the love. Otherwise, it's as good as being absent.

As I talked to him last night, I realised that the one thing that hurt the most, out of everything--the break up, the anger, the frutrations, the broken dreams--was the loss of a friend. A long time ago, I had a best guy friend. Someone I could just chill-with at odd hours, and do crazy things like reverse bungee twice in a day. Well, that someone is now gone. That is what hurts. I lost a friend who was once my soul mate. Now, I don't even know the voice on the phone. He's like a stranger. And I mourn, for the lost of Lama, of my friend.