Taken from a friend's tumblr page, of something she re-posted
I once dated a writer and
Writers are forgetful,
but they remember everything.
They forget appointments and anniversaries,
but remember what you wore,
how you smelled,
on your first date...
They remember every story you've ever told them - like ever,
but forget what you've just said.
They don't remember to water the plants
or take out the trash,
but they don't forget how
to make you laugh.
Writers are forgetful
because
they're busy
remembering
the important things.
I think about it and say: "Yeah. That's me.". If only (always with the "if"s) someone appreciated that. That being said, I've spoken my mind and she didn't feel the same way. I clearly understood that, I sincerely do; we didn't spend enough time knowing each other and I didn't leave a good enough impression. Ultimately the lack of time squeezed the confession out of me, albeit that I had to tell her; I didn't want to. bottle it up and bring the lingering thoughts with me when I leave. But I've no regrets, and hopefully she'd be alright too. Funny how my rationale works.
Here's the link to the actual post. Credit is all due to her.
I'll do a write-up on the Bukit Tabur Hike soon, once all the pictures are uploaded.
Sleazy Bed Track - The Bluetones
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