when i throw caution to the wind,
i should easily strike his name off.

Why.

They did not know each other, though they wish they had known. It was a matter of timing. A little of luck. Distance was the furthest between them. They wished things could be different.
Why has it start to matter so much? Speculations.
Silence.
It felt this way again.

days

170509

me, dolls, art and life

3rd May 2009