Ah, website. How have you been? I feel like I barely know you anymore.

As I walk through your insides, the corridors look familiar, my foot steps echo in familiar sounds. I look at the thousands of lines of code I wrote on your walls, making you look more beautiful every time I read them. You are still wearing a beautiful dress that I sewed with my own bare hands; every knot and every stitch and every colour all too familiar. But something always told me that I’m always forgetting something. Maybe it was my attention to detail or maybe it was something else. I now realize that I forgot to build you a heart.

Let’s be bold and honest with each other, dear website. We haven’t had a truly intimate relationship in many months. You were the good friend I used to go drinking and biking with every night. I’m sorry to tell you this, but I should. I got sick of seeing your face after a long communication gap between us. There were times when I took your soft arms in mine and wrote down precious journals. Now, the thought of writing something down is like “work” to me. Now my mind is ready to step away from the internet. I’ve got college and studies, website. Our friendship can only go so deep. The worst part is that, my performance in college is poor too. My friends click their way to you my dear friend, asking you about me, hoping for new stuff only to be bummed to find the same post as last week, and the week before…. I’m sorry to have not kept you in the know of what happens in my life. A life where you can never join me for real.

I still want to write so much on your pretty pages, website. Here’s my simplest confession: I believe my priorities are the right ones. & When I do have free time, the biker in me wants to get away. And every time I put a creative idea on the back burner (an occurrence now more and more frequent) a small pair of eyes inside me cries, just a little.

I’m not putting you in retirement, you are still very young. I hope you understand this website, I’ve grown a few inches higher than you. I don’t know if not many people will understand the situation where you are unable to talk to your intimate blog. I will come back soon, when I have time to help you grow out of the mask I created for you.

-Ru

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