Let's leave this post unnamed. It is, after all, a post that talks about my bond with someone, a bond that was so ambiguous that it never really had a name. We never 'saw' each other, just did a lot of things together. At least, that's what i think. And then, a thread just snapped loose and the thing was lost forever.

I haven't been in touch with this someone for months now. Initially it hurt - it always does when you're enjoying something and it's abruptly pulled out from under your nose, so you can't have it any more. Now i'm used to it, simply because i don't think i need to put myself through the depression of being the one who leaves everything behind and keeps making an attempt to get things back to normal, only to get a kick in the guts. Now, i don't give a damn if i don't speak to this someone ever again.

But there's a catch. Sometimes, i miss those things. Over the weekend, i went to a Dastakari exhibition at CKP, and passed the Grand Ashoka. Automatically, my mind went back to an evening at Sutra, me so high and happy that i knew i was blabbering and didn't give a rat's ass. It was one of the best times i have ever had on an evening out. These thoughts were followed by a longing of sorts. A longing to go back to the way things were.

I never stop wondering why it turned out this way. Maybe it was something i did or projected. Or maybe the someone was just plain freaked out that i was getting... too involved maybe, or was just being a pain in the wrong place. I don't know. All i know is, sometimes i miss it all.