Oh, I'm in love. With him, him, and him(!). An ISP T.A., a Doc, and a... nobody.

I love you. I wrote this though through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you. I love you, still, Doc(!).

How come dumb stuff seems so smart while I was doing it. I cannot always wait for the perfect time, I must dare to jump. The times in life, that seems to be the best, always turn out for the worst!

Shake off the "why's" and the "what if's" and rid yourself of confusion. Whatever was - is in the past. Whatever is? That’s what's important. The past is a brief reflection, and the future is yet to be realized.

Whatever that has been taken is taken away. No regret, all left is only the prolong effect of suffering. For how long it's going to be - that is an uncertainty.