how i wonder..

i hate crying neither being hurt.

i just can't ignore it.

i don't want to read neither understand it

because that is the past.

and the past is remain kept as history.

but that is what i'm doing now.

silly.

i stared through the picture,

picture of yours.

and i saw how the story started and ended.

i'm touched.

and i start comparing with mine.

is there any difference?

yes.probably.

and that is what i'm thinking now.

i wish the story of mine will never end just like yours.

after all we've been through.

Dear Allah,please..

*once again..the fates have spoken.never mind dear we'll be meet soon.