a journal to remember

once upon a time, i was told that if i played with fire, i will get myself burnt. when i reached a stage when i thought i was ready to play with fire, i took the chance, thinking i will never get hurt, or burnt. somehow, i lost, and obtained life-time scars that will still remain and haunt me.
"though we're still in good terms, as best friends, thank you for all the love and care you gave me. you are special. it's going to be hard for me to get over you, but being with you has taught me a lot of lessons in life, mainly good lessons, and although i may have said out of anger that i regret, but deep within i'll never regret being with you. keep in touch. take care."
i'll avoid the fire for now.