Same Feeling; Another Person

Here I am, sitting uncomfortably in the entrance of a subway station that is too far familiar to my liking. It's totally agonizing, every corner reminds me of his sweet smile, in every spot I can smell his unique musky scent that will linger in my nose forever and the pits park that he once said as our place. All of them serve as a great reminder that once, he belonged to me, or at least, i once thought he did.

Everything is just like the same, almost familiar feeling, and of course, the butterflies in my stomach that keep on swarming every internal orifice I have. The usual busy station is flooded with people, going to work, some are late for class, some are going grocery to the nearby market. Almost the same. This place just screams nostalgia right into my heart in every second I stay here, and if this just months ago, you will say that I'm going to say the same darn guy. But no. 

This time it's different, and this time, it's something that is fool proof.. No rush, a lot of excitement, but no emotional involvement. I'll be honest with myself, I kind of like him but I got his point. I get his point to the core. No rush. And really I can't agree more, the more you rush something, the more likely it will fuck up.

This is one hard lesson I learned from all the experiences, I'm proud with some of them, I might be at the fault for the failure of others but one thing is clear on me now. True love is hard to find, and it can be in different kind of forms. It doesn't mean that you feel the spark whenever you see that person is that's love already. Again, it may come in various form, and only when it come that you will know it's the right one.