Will Remain a Mystery... Even to me

The night was long. I think I had one drink too many. Had a blast though. Went out with old buddies, had a great time together, drinking, getting crazy on the dancefloor; reliving the good old times.

When I opened my room, I knew there was something different. The bed was fixed. My pillows were cleanly tucked at the corner of the bed with my little shooter, a cute stuffed-toy given by a friend. The rags I left on the floor were now put away. Things were a little neater.

Somehow, I wasn't surprised. I knew who did those things. I saw it coming yet I didn't want it to happen; maybe one of the reasons I went out in the first place, to try and avoid the things that are about to come forth me.

And there it was, a letter on top of my computer, held by a little USB thingy I bought at the office. As if life simply wanted to mock me, just as how cleanly the room was left, my life would turn out to be a complete mess.

I knew what it was for. I never bothered to read it. I just threw it out. All I ever had the chance to read was 'Goodbye' written at the very end of the letter and nothing more.

I guess it is better that way. So much have been said. So many questions that were answered with lies. What would ,make this letter be any different? If what was written there was the truth this time, I guess I don't want the truth anymore since it would never really matter. Maybe this time the truth would hurt more than the lies.

Sometimes I wonder what was written there but the good thing is I wouldn't have any way of finding out. Everything will remain a mystery... even to me.