Trying To Move On

One o'clock in the morning, and I was still in the office. Last night, as I walk across the streets of Makati, there was a car; a fast car that's coming towards me and I thought it was 'him' from the driver's seat as it slowed down for a few moment. He just looked like him but it was a different car. Was it him, really? I caught his glance and then he looked away and drove as the traffic light turned green. How could I move on without knowing that he'll be ok and that i'll be ok?

I'm not sure if it was really him, maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me. i could hardly remember his face anymore.. but i know the feeling is still there.

People are telling me to just let go already... but its hard

I never had the chance to say good bye.