Today is probably the worst day in my holiday. No words are bad enough to describe how bad i feel right now. Crushed is a generous word for this.

I hate how different we are. and how bad things have turned out.

for once i hope i were 25


I loved him for his gentleness.
I loved him for being an amazing catch,
yet vulnerable enough to be insecure.
But most of all, I loved him for loving me.