Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
They say when we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we love not enough.
Cherish every moment that you have; Love, and not hold back.
Haven't posted since MARCH! hahaha... crappy. Super busy these dayz... sorry!
Anyhowz, this is just to 'post something' coz' Gerald say "at least post something lah".