The space between us.

I hate losing things. Especially when I realize what I've lost only after I've lost it.

Photos, neo-prints, esilly videos and letters through the years, especially those in secondary school. All gone. I should nevr have trusted the computer. I won't be surprised if all that were thrown away and taken as rubbish by my parents anyway. But yea, suddenly I see a need for me to be much more organized with the things I receive and keep.

I cried so bad at the moment of realization. Perhaps it is when everything else is seemingly gone, such tangible things which are the only things that give you access to your past, mean so much. Perhaps its not just about those things, but I know deep inside that I've lost many precious friends, along the way. And I'm guilty of having left things the way they were. People that I once used to call my good friends have become nothing more than acquaintances where we've to try so hard to make conversations, meet up. After a while, we get so sick and thus we give up on the friendship and allow each other to drift apart, hoping we'd bump into one another someday, somehow.

Things aren't the same and cannot be the same again. Everyone's not who they were anymore. Neither am I. You can't go back to the same ol' hangouts and expect to find them there, let alone them remembering you. Too bad there's no such thing as turning back time. Everything that's over, is over. I can't relive my secondary school days. Or my JC days. If only I held on tighter, if only I didn't give up. If only.

I wish I could be given one more chance, but I guess we just have to move on.
Holding on tight to whatever's left. I'm gonna do everything I can to bridge the gap. Things can never be the same but I know if I don't do anything, things are gonna keep changing and it might be too late in the future.

What am I losing today? What am I not cherishing enough today?
What can I lose today? Not you. Not anyone. Nothing.