love

to me, love still remains as a faraway entity. it begins to dawn on me that forgetting wasn't one of my choices. and as i began to envy the love that was blooming in the old-school anime story plot, i'm reminded i was once in a story.

a beautiful girl you just met have you mesmerized as you tried to get close to her, understand her.

no one ever did have bad comments on the anime story, just that they have troubles coping with the ending. it's too close to reality for comfort, for an anime.

constrained, i felt myself trapped within.
but if i let loose, then what will i be then.