it's early in the morning and i was thinking about ghosts. one ghost in particular.
a few days ago, as i was looking at a friend's friendster album, i saw a picture of my former flame/partner/
chuva/boytoy/boylet...whatever. i could have been wrong, you know. i could barely see his face in that throng of people (
it was a group pix) and when i tried to decipher the shape of his hands/fingers (
his self-declared asset...being a talented pianist), i couldn't. the picture was too small for details to be clear.
yet, i just knew it was him. i felt it. when blood started rushing from my toes to my head and i felt this sudden wozziness, i knew.
i am not about to start getting all serious and nostalgic here. it's just that i cannot believe that after nearly a decade, he still has this effect on me. granted that once in a while i still wonder what happened to him after he disappeared from my life...but that's all there is to it. sure, sometimes i secretly wish i'd bump into him here in tokyo. then again, after accidentally looking at his mere picture and feeling the way i did, i don't think it's a sound idea, after all.
it's scary to realize that you haven't shaken a ghost from the past out of your system yet. still, i won't force the issue as i don't know how to go about doing it. initially, i thought time will blur -- if not erase -- his mark on me, but as years went swiftly by, i was proven wrong. now, i know better. last week, it has never been more obvious.
i just have to wait...and pray. one day, everything will be calm. i hope.