It's so insane how I can relate to incidental love songs playing as a part of ambient/everyday noise. Years back, I've always hated listening to certain radio stations that seem to have been locked in the past. Now, I've learned to forgive them for giving me a window for my emotions to peak through.

It's quite surreal seeing his profile read "Geneva, Switzerland" for his location. It's like he's just right across the corner from where I am still. I hate how his uncle had to send me a message on the phone telling me to try to catch him online since he felt homesick. He wanted to leave, I let him leave. He wants to be friends, I let him be friends. If he wants to talk to me, let him talk to me.

Right now, it's very very easy to fall into the invitation of hatred. It's very easy. I've practically entertained the thought and kept it lignering around my head for some time now. The silliest things just get me on it. For instance, when we started going out, I couldn't wear my pants without a belt. Now, I couldn't wear my pants, period.

But I know I am better than that.

Or am I?