I haven’t written here in a while. I don’t mean to make you feel used or anything; i’ve just been busy.

Anyway; tonight was “her” again. It’s always “her”. For all of us. That one. That “one”.

I love her. I tell her I love her. It might seem jovial and half-hearted, but to me it’s sincere. I meant it more the first time I said it, probably; but that was more of an event. It was the first time! I still do. It’s just lost meaning in its repetition.

I don’t know if she loves me too. Should she? Can she? I don’t mean to obligate the girl… but it’d be nice. “I love you too”. I don’t even know what i’d do if she said that.

I hope i’d still love her. Just so it wouldn’t be another throwaway infatuation that seemed to take life. Every man has those; no matter how manly he might seem to be. If time was a currency, this one’s loaded.

Does time give meaning? Well, what did that time mean?

In hindsight – not a lot, really.