Friday, September 01, 2006 11:23 PM
oh no, you call me first.
sometimes i just wonder if you're refering to me or someone else. am i being to self-centered? i don't know. questions like these can't really be answered by yourself. you need feedback to realise your own faults. and i hope my feedback won't come back in the form of irreversible regrets.
i don't want to be your regret.
i want to be your memory, your bittersweet taste of first love. didn't someone say that first love should never work out? well, you've just gotten the taste of it. it's like durian, cloyingly sweet at first, soft and sticky, with that that wonderful aroma that lingers even when the table's cleared and the seeds and shells bare, that light bitterness that stays on your tongue for hours on end, filling you with even more longing but knowing you mustn't have anymore or you'll be ill. isn't that bittersweet represented in its entirety? it's like dark chocolate, smooth, creamy and tempting, tantalising every tastebud and sliding down your throat as you take the first bite of oozy goodness, sweet, yet bitter. licking off every single drop left on your fingers to make the sensation last longer. someone likened chocolate to sex, i'll rather have chocolate. bittersweet is the ruling taste in foods and life alike. but everyone refuses to admit it.
don't you too?
