My clock displays 6.52am now. I haven’t been sleeping whole night long. Sitting alone in the living room, I feel so quiet and cold despite with the ceiling fan off. I feel like shouting to the air, telling the world that what I am thinking. I could feel the pain in my heart while my tears rolled down. My fingers shivered after typing every single key. I am so afraid to know that I am losing the thing that I never wanna lose when I open my eyes so I stay awake instead. Looking at the letters, browsing the blog posts, listening to the songs, reading back the e-mails and sms-es, the memories flashed back, so near yet so far, I just couldn’t believe that this is really happening.

And I am still sitting here, wishing for the miracle to happen. Is there a miracle?

p/s: I have deleted my Twitter account due to personal reason. I hereby apologize to my precious followers.