"i had bought a ticket that'll send me to HCC"

"really?"

"yea.... sorry i couldn't give it to you in person and say what i wanted to say in a more proper setting."

"its alright"

"take care alright?"

"yea, you too"

and the line went out, dead cold. He just stood there for a while, trying to make meaning of what happened. The flurry of events shooting in his head. For a "friend" in need, He just busted something that took so long to happen. For better or worse, He doesn't know. He can merely wait, bid his time and see what comes out of it. How He wish things were easier and clearer but somehow or other, things never were.


**so maybe it was a foolish mistake on his part, to leave and meet a friend. But well...**

now that you do know that you do make a difference. what then? but i'm very sure you dont know that a single word from you can break my every wall and at the same time heal my every wound. Do you? Such is the tragedy or it all. Such is the pain of loving and remaining silent.

As those thoughts materialized in his head, a tear trickled down his cheek. Biting his lips, He endured the heartache and walked into the streets, to meet that friend of his. And as he walked, all these he buried into that little rusted box. Only for himself to know.