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Monday, March 9, 2009
090308
Too much had happened in my life, so many people had entered over the past one month. My heart shattered time and again but I guess no matter how much I do want to forget and start moving on, the pieces will always emerge. So I'll be close behind, no matter how much I have to go through again, I'll be close behind.Perhaps its fear of letting you/everything related to you go.
