I was so happy and glad to know you the first time. But now it seems I don't quite know you anymore. I'm actually shattered here but you don't notice it as you live in your own world now. You don't know the rivers I've made from the drops of my eyes in a cold lonely night. People are right sometimes that good things don't last forever in this life. You don't know how it feels to be torn and stripped by doings you've made. It's true that we shouldn't hope much because our hearts will only break when its fake. There's an earthquake in me from the actions you've done. I wish only you read this but you aren't. Even if you do would know the story to it? I can't ask for more. Maybe its time.