I Cringe.

That's what I do everytime I am reminded of that thing I did in college. That "thing" made me a candidate for the biggest loser / stalker / desperate act. It was a pretty pathetic thing to do. But yeah, I did it.
Just like any story, regret comes at that exact moment after you can't turn back anymore. I couldn't even find it in my already sorta cold heart to read that 8-page letter. I couldn't find it in my usually tolerant self to look back at the mush that I haphazardly spread around. It felt like it was the right thing to do, not to mention the words of encouragement I got from the people who actually read it. So I did. Eewy. Haha.

Now, I cringe, laugh and feel a thousand emotions as I once again try to read it. Panalo.
Sample?

Excerpt:
If we bump into each other again tomorrow, or next week or in the next few months, whenever, please look at me in the eyes, please don’t let me pass you by without at least saying hi, please don’t act as if nothing happened. I want you to decide, I don’t care when but if ever you do decide don’t ever let me be the last to know. Take care buddy and never lose that smile, it never fails to brighten up my day… See ya ‘round!


YAK!