lost and found

Lost and found, only to get lost again….  Howdy Aidan, I’ve been reading through my past posts and I found a strange entry that I’m not likely to write, but who else would’ve wrote it but me. It’s entitled “What’s Love Got to do”. It’s like some strange plant that we studied during ecology, so strange i cant determine if i were really the one who wrote it.  During those times I was really down, I felt so helpless and frustration nearly got the better of me. If you happened to read my entry entitles “Who are you??” you might have guessed that I was feeling lost that time. I was really confused too, because of two important people in my life. Then, a month after that I met someone who cheered me up, we became so close that we shared almost anything about our lives. Do you remember Panda? That’s the person I’m talking about. I felt not exactly free but I’ve known myself better. It was like being lost for awhile and getting found. We’re happy when we’re together, we could spend a day or two talking without getting tired to the extent that we hardly notice the time. But now, things have gotten so complicated that I have this great fear of losing that someone completely. I know you’re listening to me Aidan, what am I supposed to do at bittersweet collide moments like this? I know that we can’t have anything more than what we have now, but how I wish things were different. Now, the only thing I could say is, “If only…”

: where ends meet and bittersweet collide :