How peculiar? Sometimes I feel everything, sometimes I feel none.
But everytime when we're one, there's a feeling. There's hope that someday, we might get back to where we were before.
There's a hope that the distance between us will shorten.
There is a hope that we would be as close as we were before, in touching distance.
But it feels like that little hope withers away day after day. Leaving only a little.
Too many things are going after. The past is almost forgotten. The feelings, the memories, are long gone.
But maybe, I stand a chance. If not, someday, you'll be holding the hand of some blonde girl.