Vacation.

Here in Pangkor now(Lumut, actually), and it's been a fun day so far.
Played scrabble and of course I'm not as good as someone, who's memorized all the two letter words..
But thanks to my family and friends, I can forget a little more.

The more I think of you, the more I think we're not meant for each other.
The sparks were there initially, but then life became mundane, with us going through the same routine, talking about the same old things.

Me listening to you belittle so many others, and wondering occasionally why you were so full of spite and hate. Perhaps I'm also like you, which is why we're not meant for each other- Too much harping and complaining- We didn't build each other up, we merely cast negative energy on each other, making us tired and withdrawn.

Perhaps distance would have made the heart grow fonder, but I never felt any love but mere frustration in the past two years. There were no dates - I practically had to beg to be taken to the movies- Felt kinda bored and taken for granted. Sigh. But then again, you did make those delicious sandwiches for me. Guess I just wanted you around too much, a sign of dependance.

Sometimes, however, I wonder... Do I love you, or just the things you do for me?
Two different entities altogether, but similiar and so very misleading.
This is something I have yet to figure out.