Friendly of sort

Sometimes you meet with a guy that is so friendly to you, that makes you feel appreciated but come the next day, he became so distant and cold. All the warmth and well wishes traded before the meet up and sex, all turn into short and simple replies instead. You wonder, is all the effort just to get into your pants? Well, partially so but at the same time, some people are just born this way. Their attention span is short, and they don't dwell too long in a relationship that has went pass the great orgasm. Would you call them jerks? Of course, but then again, sometimes it is our own fault of wanting more than was offered, the disappointment born of our own expectation, so who is there to blame but ourselves? 

We are merely passing by each other's life. At a crossroad we met, we get to know each other, we had fun. But when it is time to move on, we should gracefully bow out. And even if we refuse to let go, that feeling should be locked up inside, better a heart breaks inside, then to shatter into ugly pieces that cuts everybody.

Counting down

To whom can I put this question (with any hopes of an answer)? Does being able to live without someone you loved mean you loved him less than you thought... ?
Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary

I keep counting down to the day when he says goodbye. 3 months. 2 months. As if I am expecting something grandeur on that day to happen. Should I buy myself a meal on that day to celebrate or should I sulk at home, crying about what I lost. I do not know for I know not what I really feel now. Whatever tormenting feelings left, it is not inflicted by his physical absence but his presence in my mind. As much as I try to hold on to the memory, I seem to be letting it slip by faster and faster. The feeling of holding and losing someone at the same time is mind boggling indeed.