Before, I thought it is with the piling up of historical dribs and drabs can a one become what he is now; which means I viewed things and memories of the past as a necessary normal, without doubt. However, I don't know why I hold this thought no more, keep thinking over one's past which tortures each other all along. I think I am incapable of preventing myself from looking trouble. ( OK...I know, I've always done such a thing worrying myself for nothing. I know it well.) Apparently, salvation never happens to me. May anything be a remedy somehow? Is it said that " LOVE COUNQERS ALL"?
I wonder why LOVE turns out to be a terminal cancer?
Maybe you are the only one of its kind, to me, my dear.
Written by Natalie,SWEET.
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