But you know what? I'm not sad at all. Maybe I've grown a bit in all those years. I refuse to get bogged down by heartache and disappointment any longer. I can close this chapter of my life without regrets because I know I tried my best. Perhaps it took me too long to call it quits, but that's no longer important.
Next to what happened to PJ, my troubles are nothing.
I got a welcome surprise on YM the other day. My old friend Grace buzzed me...and after some distance between us over the past few months, I truly missed her.
We've had our misgivings and problems, but underneath it all I guess she and I are kindred spirits. We both know how demoralizing loneliness and sadness can be, how it can push us to do really stupid things in an effort to get it out of our system. Although we're doing better now, we still have bouts of that evil emotion from time to time.
Perhaps this time, we can be each other's crutches.
I want to watch Macross again.
I want to believe that a love so pure and untainted truly does exist, even if I already have too much knowledge to the contrary.
I want to meet my own Misa Hayase.
I want to believe that love can prevail even in the midst of sheer disappointment and after lots of effort, the same kind of effort Misa put in for her beloved Hikaru.
Macross is a boyhood dream, I guess. What's so wrong in believing in it once again?