Like a videotape

Sometimes you'd hate the fact that your life is not recorded, so that you couldn't replay a memory and see it exactly as it happened. Like when someone you love passed on, and you just need to relieve those past moments you spent together, but you can't. Like all you remember are faint subtle events that you desperately try to squeeze out of your head so that you could just drown your thoughts in them. My mum saw a picture of my uncle who passed away last november, and she broke down. Honestly i feel like, too. But it'll make her cry harder. Besides, crying won't change anything. We had our share with him, now it's god's turn. It is hard, not only initially. It actually gets harder as we go along. It's been seven months since he left us. The impact is felt slightly now than before. I'm not ready to face hari raya without his presence. I don't think anyone is. Then again, if your life was recorded, you wouldn't move on, it would be hard and unwilling. You'd be stuck in the past, or too worried about the future that you pay no attention to the present. Just remember, yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, and today is a gift; that's why they call it the present.
Okay so it's been a long time since i had a late night text buddy. Now that i've one again, i'd be pretty much occupied. Alrighty, adeu! P/s: I believe fate is on our side, but i'm not going after you.