I'm typing this at the exact table where we drank last night - where unanswered questions finally left our mouths - where we found lost answers - and where we finally ended it all . How can a conversation be comforting and painful at the same time? I always thought that our story is just always a case of wrong timing and we made it very clear last night, that anytime that you try to communicate with me, it is always at the wrong time, and same for me but I think the universe made August 7, 8:30 pm a very exact timing for the both of us . We met again . It's been 5 years since we last saw each other . It seems like 5 years is already enough for you to change . I cannot see any trace of you that I knew but after all those five years, there's something that didn't change - my feelings, which is the reason I'm writing this. ...