My life consists of two halves, the half before that hasty goodbye and the now which commands me to cry.

Days went by so fast, during my storybook fairy-tail bliss then abruptly ended with one last kiss.

Time that used to be cherished is wasted on careless thoughts of what ifs, why’s and disbelief. Words flow from my pen and land on the paper like tears from my soul. Every entry in this chapt...