10 Aug 2010.
It’s been 12 days, I still couldn’t get over it. I had tried everything I could, just to make myself think less of him. It’s so difficult, and I’m struggling real hard. His existence was my shadow, my history not written down in a book, but in my own memory. I just have to accept the fact, that time can never be rewind. Unlike a cassette, the story has to keep on going…
He’s gone…
That’s a fact…
He will never come back again…
That’s a truth.
Now that is left, is just his cat, sleeping by my side comforting my soul, accompanying my tears…