`a broken cup

as i was driving back from my futsal game, thoughts crossed my mind.
i spent the 20minute drive home wondering if i could have changed the past, exactly 24 hours ago.
perhaps i had taken a more active approach rather than passive one?
or maybe pushing my ego aside a little more?
then i wonder again, why am i asking myself question like these?
and then it struck me, my mind flashed back, mental picture forming..
the sight of you crying broke my heart.
i saw a little bit of myself there, many years ago,
when faltering friendship made me question the genuineness of trusting someone.
history repeating itself and i'm on the receiving end.

so then could i have done anything differently?
perhaps not, because assumptions were in the way.
but as far as it went (damn it went too far),
i was glad everything turned out well (24hour ban lifted!)
and i'm glad to get my friend back. i really am.

all in all a great weekend, aside from a starless saturday evening.
but i shall fix that, for my life would be incomplete without a star-filled saturday evening =)
not to mention a lack of caramelized popcorn,
and i shall be more weary if any broken mugs cross my path again.

so here you go, poopoo,
my apology.
you're still a major part of my life
and i hope you'll stay there for a while =)

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