haze

ONCE IN A BLUE MOON

who could forget...the first tenderness ..the gentle soothing aura tat spreads thru the body..so innocent.. so true.. so naive.. so uncertain on where i m standing.. unaware of the mistakes i committed... making hate instead of love.. turning a warm glow inside into the most painful twitch... but yet.. still holding on... still holding on.. in the end..realized that its too seasoned with mistakes and misunderstandings that it wil hold no reason other than letting go. .. painful to let go.. painful to hold on... first love...


getting a little bit nostalgia here.... missing the warmth of a good companion...