Of Barlic Gutters and gladness.

The unposted letter, the words I never said, and the remnants of regret. About 2 years ago I made a mistake and decided to watch from afar, at least until I had what it takes to impress her, and to ask her forgiveness for this mess of a lock in my head. What exactly for? I don't know, all I know is I feel that I owe her some form of apology.

It was nice seeing her again, it was splendid in fact!

Yet, I still feel I'm not adequate for the likes of her, yet. Like I'm still not good enough. Let me gain more accolades, and maybe in the future, I'll have the courage and the confidence to face up to her.

She only deserves the best there is out there, and until I become that, I'll keep her steady in my sight, just like how it's been all this time.