• Everyday I fall to the ground, stare at the ceiling and wonder, how are you doing right now?

    I wonder if you're thinking about me, but I know you're not, because how I spend my life thinking about you is the way you spend your time thinking about "them"...

    Even I wonder if "they" even think about you too, but I'm not one to judge the "special moments" you had been through, because what you have been through doesn't compare to "us"...

    I'll never be fortunate like "them"...