Regrets are all you left, on your lipstick stains
Take a picture of our past there in that ashtray
We had our fun, I used to light your flame
Like the dancing smoke that rose we tried to find our way

No one told me, she told me

Your love's like one last cigarette
Last cigarette, I will savor it
The last cigarette
Take it in and hold your breath, hope it never ends
But when it's gone, it's gone
The last cigarette

Just to breathe reminds me of what used to be
The smoke's the ghost that keeps you close when I can't sleep
Don't ask the past to last, it's about to change
The memories don't answer when I call your name

No one told me, she told me

Your love's like one last cigarette
Last cigarette, I will savor it
The last cigarette
Take it in and hold your breath, hope it never ends
But when it's gone, it's gone

One last cigarette, last cigarette
One I can't forget, the last cigarette

Right there at my fingertips, got your taste still on my lips
Right or wrong

You're still gone, gone, gone
No one told me, she told me
You always lose the girl in a Brian Wilson world

No one told me, she told me
The Last Cigarette

Bon Jovi - Last Cigarette.

today had an awesome sot lesson. at the end, i think bro bob, or rather, God really spoke right into my heart. actually these few months, i kept feeling this particular prompting all over again.

just the other noon, i went home with someone and we decided to lunch near my place and i think it was a great lunch. but that someone followed me because i promised to tell him something, which i did. =/

it was something that happened very long ago, and though the problem left a deep wound on the inside of me, but i guess i'm slowly adjusting to it.

sometimes, some things, are not meant to be forgotten, but they don't meant to hurt as well. i'm finally slowly walking out of it. and the other day i just retold the whole story to that someone, and now another one knows that story.

i told him someone said to me before:

"broken friendships will never be the same again. it will only be worse, or be better than before."

so, for us, is it the latter or the former?

he told me to sort things out. but i think i have gotten too used to this current status quo that i think it would be awkward to initiate things again. maybe, just one day, a miracle would happen.

we would talk again.