of queer nights and queerer lights

last nite was quite weird. yes it was. a night where someone ask u how he/she shld feel after a break up, someone bringing up a rather painful past, where apologies were made, were you're tokin about bras and g-strings at 1am, when you/re reminiscing about the past, when you talk for the first time in ages, when it all happens, yes it equates to a very strange nite.

its so funny eh?

maybe, maybe its all meant to be like this.

its a pity that those times, they are all gone.

and yet maybe its a blessing.

yea history has this strange tendency to want to repeat itself.

and you know, maybe it will work out after all.

just like the way we miss each other.