note to self (17)

regardless this big urge to tell you what i had for lunch last sunday and how every bite reminds me of you, especially of how i really love the way you grind chillies and how big your appetite is with that much chillies. two more things of why i have not really walked away from my own delusional image of us. and the fact that when i see or remember you, i remember how exciting falling for something was, as well as i remember how at the same time it was also depressing. and to have it reciprocated is as -if not even more- exciting and depressing.

some things are better kept to yourself.