it's like a puddle of quicksand.

on the one hand, i'm tugging at the branch my friend is reaching out for me to grasp hold of, and I can feel myself pulling and being pulled out of the mire.

on the other hand, this sinking feeling is not too bad at all. I could get lost in the sweet agony, the painful memories, the powerful emotions that are invoked within me whenever I envisage their joyful countenances. The three Cs; the countless couple cliches - staring into each other's eyes, sitting on a beach in the shallow water gazing into the sunset, the firm hold of each others' hands during a slow stroll in a park, the starry gaze of two pairs of eyes into the firework-lit sky.

The sad thing is, aforementioned powerful emotions come about only because I wish I had a genie. Random? Nahh, because only a genie could grant me my heart's desire of being that other half.

You don't know me,
You don't even care-