Bitter

Most of my friends from Toronto came back for summer. Last night, most of us sat down for a dinner. Gabe, Clement, Anne, a couple and I. We started talking about things and people back home.



It was nice to see all of them. However, it was bitter for me. As dinner started, I tried my best to focus on the food instead hearing who is marrying who, and who are going out with who. They seemed to have so much fun in joking around with relationships. It was bitter. In addition to that, the girl from the couple looked so sweet with her bf, a little too sweet for me. Not my type.... "_"

At night, I went to bed with my exhausted body. Waking up in the morning, I can't believe that my dream was still me going out with Eric. After 3 years, how come I still dream of that?

Do I miss you?

a pretty picture of mine :)