Wednesday, January 22


Two years ago. 
He is happier everytime he sees her. He writes all those pretty stuff about her, like he loves her more than anything. He misses her like she's the only one existed in this world.
Two years ago.

I guess... all the mistakes that she and he had done were to be blamed. Those endless pain, sick memories that cannot be erased. We wish we are robot, so we the robot can permanently erased everything. No.

I miss you, love.