as she stepped into the holy place, she suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to cry. to sit down, pray and just cry. cry for every little thing that has happened. cry for blocked feelings. cry for the loss of a loved one. cry for bruised relationships. cry for unspoken words. cry for lost time. cry for undeserved attention. cry for what was before. cry for what could have been.
oh Almighty, how she wished for him to be a better person even without her by his side.
oh Almighty, how she wished for her to be happy like she used to.
I chose and my world was shaken. So what? The choice may have been mistaken. The choosing was not. You have to move on. -Stephen Sondheim.
If you keep turning back, you'll miss whatever's infront.
this is for you love.
i'm sorry, still.
oh btw, books are sexy. like ubersexy. but moral notes are just so freakin confusing.
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