dairy of a single girl.

It was agreed to keep this story in our memory. But time passes and the conviction outweighs the weight of your absence. I feel guilty to forget the echo of your laughter, the sound of your voice, the smell of your perfume - one on the pull that you left for me fades-, your facial features that more also distinctly appear to me as before. What I'll certainly never forget, is the power of love which assembled us a time. & Then, there are the pictures that we hate because it represents a past long gone, a happiness which will not come back unless you're lucky. And me, my luck, it was you...& hearts <3