Love is hope. Somebody told me so. I told myself so. Why is it so hard to believe?

Too many mosquitoes. The smell of carry from the other night still hasn't faded. And the ipod is still no where to be seen.

Tình yêu thật là kì diệu.

So that is it, huh? Being a part of each other's life. Is that enough? No happily ever after, no being together. Just a fracture, a brief fragrance of this long, long journey I am going through. You are not beside me anymore, we will never see each other again. But you had been here, once upon a time. You are a part of me. You help shaping the ( Read more... )