chasing rainbows.

I've just realized that, when you're faced with 2 choices to choose from, all you need to do is just to toss a coin. See, it works not because of fate or luck or whatsoever. It works because.

When the coin is halfway floating on the air, you suddenly know what you're hoping for.

***

I missed those times. Maybe i wasn't someone memorable to you. Maybe when we used to talk, er, not talked actually, we chatted, you didn't get as stupidly excited as i did. Maybe i was just someone whose name you clicked on when you've had the time to kill.

See even when i type it now, i still wouldn't wanna admit that it was the way it is. Maybe, maybe, maybe. I still wouldn't wanna let go of the word maybe. Hope can be a beautiful thing, but at times of a predictable letdown, it can be lethal.

I said i moved on. But i turned around some time. I traced for signs.

I wouldn't anymore. Because if i broke the one promise i made to myself, i would feel ten times worse than hoping for the wrong kind of right from you.

It's dignity.