Two lines.

Two lines.

Each line drawn from their perspective, seemingly converge into one.
Together, they formed a line.
The line has its bumps, has its share of problems, and happiness.





Now, the lines separate from each other.

Both of them, going their separate ways.
The other, without any conscious of the one who has been waiting for her.

To draw a new line requires courage, determination.
But he has none of that now.

さよなら。

An old friend.

It's been awhile old friend, blog.

Rather, you've been collecting dust, thinking all this while it has been going smoothly.

No. Not really

The seemingly spark of life, faded away as like the others.
Deemed to be an adhere spiral.

Her love was not what it used to be. She fell apart like an old papyrus, with the slightest of touches it disintegrates. That was a few months ago, and he, trailing and prodding along, climbing up the hill to regain his strength, and the papyrus, shed herself into the dark.

Until his foolishness came in.

An urge to find a way into the one who had left him back in Australia.
The one person whom he still holds dearly into his voided heart.

Her mind still unchanged though.
She still has a strong presence, a strong perseverance with his boyfriend's wishes.
Her mind still clouded from shackles.

But is the chance zero percent for a comeback?

M does not think so...it is still not zero.

M does not want any regrets, and he is prepared to go all out.