after all these years
15/05/2007
Some things change. Some things don’t.
Tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow.
Parting is such sweet sorrow, but when you gotta go, you gotta go. 
I’d like to think there is no deal, no problem, no looking back, no feeling bad, no resentment, no relief, no joy, no heartbreak, no pain, no gain, no this, no that. Nothing. It’s just another day. Just like getting married. Just like breaking up. Just like every other day. It is just some other day.
Like the uneventful way you showed up on the first day.
It’s going to be really tough – to not feel anything. After all, it’s been years, my sweat, tears and youth. But in the grand scheme of things, I guess there are better things to feel something about.
Like polar bears, birds of paradise, penguins, rainforests, pine trees, snow leopards, Hayao Miyazaki films, Daniel Henney, hanging with KF, sleeping in, my friends having kids, my brother’s kids getting in trouble, my Simmons bed, my bad Korean, getting fat, getting slim, getting funnier, getting older, walking in snow, having breakfast in Jeju overlooking the sea with the breeze in my face and my music up to the max.
I’ve had the time of my life.
