I Still Sometimes Care

I still sometimes wonder how HB's been. There are still those moments where I think about the people he's with. Or where he goes recently? Is he doing well? Who is he with. Stuffs like that. I still look over my red sofa and throw pillow and still sometimes endulge into the memories of the past. But that is just that. I'm pretty much stronger now. Although I'm still very cautious and still aloof. I'm still trying to stay away as much as possible. There had been attempts to open that door again, but I guess this time it just isn't that easy to do. Sometimes I wonder what kind of heart he has, if he really ever has one, to actually think about opening doors again. But I guess, this is probably a HE and SHE thing. Men are from Mars, women from Venus. I still silently wish him well, but for now, I'd like to be me.