If you're already a part of memories, why do i think about you and can't get you out of my heart? On my bookshelf not finished 'Shantaram' is also the memory... Time will cure everything, i know, but when? When will be time when i'll call you friend and ask how are u there and when will you come back? Just to be sure that you're ok and your life is also great, because you're my friend. I want to start and keep our friendship.
What's actually happening with me these days: unproductive, not concentrated and with pessimistic thoughts?