Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Lost for a Second



Dear Friend, 


                     Your capability of hurting me is beyond what I can ever imagine, and how I really wish it is not the case. You are independent of your own actions, of your will, of your thoughts. Hands down. I wish we are the friends that we would all want to be. You are the epitome of love, hate, wonder and illusion I have ever known. We would all disappear one day, be erased from each other's memory. And I know I will be happy for that day to come.