All entries for Wednesday 23 November 2005
November 23, 2005
As I rode my bike back home, I thought of a long time ago conversation I had with an old friend. Life is really ironic. It is a paradox. The person you like almost always seem so far and distant. On the other hand you donít really like the person who likes you.
How many people would actually wait? And how many would actually just take the easier way and be loved instead of to love? Is it fair to be loved more and not to love as much in return?
Life is never as straight forward as it should be.