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There's a part of me that will always put my heart at places where it will never belong to.

I don't think there will ever be a happy ending to this.

N

Time passes by, direction unknown
You've left us now, but we're not alone
Before you know it, your cup's overflown
You measure no one that I've ever known

We always knew that it'd come to this
It's times like these I forget what I miss
Matters of heart are hard to address
Especially when yours is full of emptiness

But it's quite alright
And goodbye for now
Just look up to the stars
And believe who you are
Because it's quite alright
And so long, goodbye

Somewhere Only I Know

I still missed you very much LF...
Even after all these years.

I know I'll never, ever feel this way again with someone else... whatever happens.
Maybe that's why I still keep this part of me even though it kills me.

Each day I'm still learning how to live with this.

Where Would We Be

In my dreams I see your face, I hear the words
If only time had found us first
Our lives they would be different

And now I must confess, that I am a sinking ship
As I'm anchored by the weight of my heart
Cause its filled with these feelings

But I'll keep my true thought locked, inside my heart's black box
And it wont be found, it won't survive 
Through the smoke and the wreckage 
As I crash and burn

I'm just a man, with a lot of things to learn
But the one answer I'll never know
Is where would we be now
If only time had found us first

In a Lonely Place

Joey: So what is the best ending in all of literature? Don't say Ulysses. Everyone says Ulysses.

Wilder: That's easy. Sentimental Education by Flaubert.

Joey: And what happens?

Wilder: Nothing, really. Just 2 old friends sitting around remembering the best thing that never happened to them.

Joey: How do you remember something that never happened?

Wilder: Fondly. You see, Flaubert believed that anticipation was the purest form of pleasure, and the most reliable. And that while the things that actually happen to you would invariable disappoint, the things that never happened to you would never dim. Never fade. They would always be engraved in your heart with a sort of sweet sadness.

I wish we still talk like we used too once upon a long time ago. Sometimes I think I miss having someone to talk to. And other times I think I just miss having you to talk to...

Sometimes...

Some days the most I want to do is to just sit at the back of the office in a secluded corner, away from everyone else. Just to get away from all the talking, smiling and joking. Even a jester has his downtime.