Chapter 135: Blast from the Past.

A post on December 13th, 2005:

I’m keeping this blog going because I love her and I want to know what has been going on in my life. The way I have loved Evonne is something that I shall never do again except unto her. 16,000 miles of sea and land but I’m still going to love her 10 years 20 years down the road I don’t care. All of you can be witness to the fact that I’m swearing that I would love her and wait for her for so long.

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Fast Forward to the present.

They say time heals. I ask, how much is enough? Oh, congratulations to Josh anyway!

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Anyway, thank you very much to all the ODAC people involved in sandcastling, to whoever I talked to, to that little boy I was giving a tour of the sandcastles to and to Lynette, Donna and of course Cliffton. Without pizza, guitar, cheating bridge, talk about life and a nice smelling donna’s pillow, I wouldn’t be here typing this.

Strange, my legs ache but something in my chest aches even more. Till whenever guys.

 I used to worry about the time
That I lost my teeth along the line
So I carved the apple from my eye
And gave it to you before I went away

I sank into the sea
Wrapped in piano strings
Few words could open me
But you knew them all

Now I just sleep beneath your floor
My ghost just tries to keep you warm
I’ve seen the end, I’ve lost the war
One day you’ll join me here just like the rest