Some series of events that have happened lately strangely brought me back to that once upon a time. It was the restless silence that I'd never forgotten. I remember the days that were spent with me and myself, and all those silly conclusions and resolutions that I had since made. It came back again lately, when I realized I failed at the only thing that I thought I'm good at. None of the parties were happy in the end, and all ended up just the opposite of it. Maybe it started since I lost total touch from her, it feels a little weird.

I wish, he's good again.