"The air is the only thing we share."

What a sad thing to say. Where there is a hopeful phrase of "We are living under the same sky," there will be a latter phrase of "The air is the only thing we share," to attack the former.
I'm in my closet writing this at 12:05 am. Something about this topic just suddenly pop into my head. I want to talk about it. I feel like we're two totally different people now. We can't talk anymore. It's uncomfortable just looking at you. A reminder that I'm just a remainder after I am subtracted out of your life. And the fact that we can't seem to befriend. It bothers me very much. And I'm doing a good job not to show it, but I don't want to hold it in anymore. So let me confess through this blog. Sometimes I wish no one was reading this because I really don't want anyone to see my feelings and mind so naked through the world wide web. But it's just something that I have to accept when I put this blog in public view, that I have to look pass all the criticisms and the mockeries. So I will free write and write freely through my thoughts. Back to what I was saying. I hate the fact that we can't even be friends. And it was like something mutual that happen between us. But I didn't like the decision one bit. However, I could not do anything to help it. I deem it ridiculous how we know each other initially and want to become friends, but we never put in the effort. I can't do this anymore because I wouldn't like to see her get jealous and I know you wouldn't want to see that either. So this is how it goes. An unfavorable fate. I suddenly remember that one story that you told me, the very last story that you told me. It was about the mother who died and the son only realize the love that she gave him at the very last moment. Then it was too late. You must've thought it was a good ending, a more happy one than the Man in my story. I saw it differently. I didn't like that kind of ending. The kind of ending where everything was too late, and the one person left on the road could not have a chance to redeem. I always avoid reading stories and watching movies which have this ending. But how unfortunate that you would become the mastermind to the kind of ending that I tried to escape from. And I had to sit through it till the end only to find that at the end of the story, no smile, no happiness, only loneliness and guilt was left for the boy.
Then I realize that it's better that the outcome of the story--and life--should be left undisturbed. I think...I deserve a little fresh air, too.
Gerberas and tulips I love.