I miss talking to someone :) Someone who will listen to your stories however mundane it may be. Someone who can share your feelings, dreams, and fears with. Someone who'll share their own stories as well.

I always come to this feeling at night because Pol and I used to talk 11 PM til the wee hours in the morning every single day. And it was the highlight of my day. Not the party I went to, not the clothes I bought at the mall, not the laughs I shared friends and officemates, and certainly not the comfort food that I had that day. It was always the time I get to talk with Pol on the phone. I developed then a certain comfort in hearing his voice on the other end of the line.

But as we all know, I can't dwell on those things anymore. I've inched my way to moving on and I think its the best for me now.

As I've said in my previous post, 'til the next one comes along :)