after awhile, i dun expect myself to be anything too special to anyone anymore. to accept that you are special to someone renders a kind of expectation. one day, somehow, when the person fails to meet that expectation, you'd think you've fallen from that halo of love. it hurts but u can't complain cause its unreasonable, ridiculous and too late.

likewise, someone truly special may not remain forever so, as much as i wld like to believe. but even i myself have succumbed. reading back on my past entries, it struck a strange chord within me to remember how i deeply i felt for someone, yet they only came back to me as echoes wld have in the empty night.

we are all but man

and if we were all made unique and special, den we are all the same.