Saturday, December 30, 2006

At my lowest, I need you to be here. But you're always out of the sight. I do not know why, I wished you were here, whenever things goes the wrong way, it shouldn't have. I learnt that you're more than just a memory, more than a past of mine.

You've never tried to salvage it, when you told me it meant so much to you. It seems like a dream, like an illusion. The love and care has long been gone.