It has been a while, night sky. How are you doing?
I hope everything goes well.
It really feels comfortable being overshadowed by you right now.
Take care of The Butterfly, please. The one who arrived on the early hours of August 9th, 2009. The one who managed to break through the cocoon of mortality, but has left many with heart-break.
It's time to move on.
Will remember you always, but I want to recall the image of you with a smile, not with droplet of tears.
Let's go. I await tomorrow with an anticipation. May tomorrow be well.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
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