Faded…


Was it your hand, I thought I felt? Was it? Are you here, my dear? I can smell your presence though… Tell me please, if you’re near… Tell me what you see outside — Isn’t there a big window about here? I feel the sunlight gently warm my palms, I can tell the sky is […]

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Dear Diary…


Dear Diary, I don’t know what was in it… What happened in those months and why is it gone now …  But I’ll still like to pen down the beginning for you to know…  May be I’m telling you more because I want to tell myself my story again… I don’t know. It was his […]

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