Friday, June 20, 2008 12:55 PM
Prologue
Puttin down the past behind me, does it really makes me feel good?
Whenever I'm alone, i tend to think of all those happy times i have spent with her.
She shouldn't had died. I should had.
Days After Days..i lay in the garden glancing at the plain sky, hoping I would actually see her
smile once again..i smiled to myself.
Now standing in front of her grave, mourning. I just can't make out a word, i stood there
for a couple of minutes looking at the picture of her on the gravestone.
I somehow feel sad.
I finally decided, no amount of grieving would bring her back. Maybe death would end my agony, but what about the promises I made to her?
The wind blew away my white scarf and landed on the concrete floor behind me as if telling me to give up. I couldn’t hold back any longer, tears rolled down my cheeks.
White was her favorite color......
what is the meaning of happiness?
