Felt a strong and sudden urge to read my old writings this evening.
And so, I spent the past two hours generally scanning through some of my work in the past two or three years.
Some of them were shared publicly here, some in a previous blog; some left as drafts in pendrives and emails, some scribbled in a small notebook....
I like do this once in a while, digging up old memories; how about you?

Today, these few lines written back in February 2010 caught my eye.
As of now, I haven't had the chance to meet up with this person and apologize.  I'm pretty sure he would have forgotten the lies I told him once upon a time.  And I'm pretty sure if I bump into him tomorrow during lunch or dinner, I'd smile and say 'hi', but I will definitely not bring this awkwardness up by saying 'sorry'.  I don't think it matters anymore.

Still, it never fails to amaze me how I know I will lose sleep again tonight because of some twenty simple words I wrote three years ago.  And that is why I write, to feel the adrenaline rush, the excitement of the magical connection between letters and human.  Ahh, what love.  :)