I like being alone at the roof terrace.
I saw fireworks. I saw stars.

Gazing at the stars-to me it means enduring something that has to be endured. More than that, it means missing someone. Really missing someone.

It's been years since she slipped away,my grandmother. Human beings are funny. We never know how to truly cherish someone until they're gone. Come to think of it, she has always been there for me, no matter what. She would pray for me before every test of mine. She would go all out to get me something that I wanted. She supported me all the way. Telling her how much I love her and expressing my gratitude, it all seemed quite futile to me then. As usual, I thought there will be tomorrow to do so. The truth is, tomorrow doesn't come by for everyone. And it didn't for her. Stars, they measure all I have lost but despite all that, it also reminds me of people I love and will continue to love.

A kiss on the cheek, the sweetest goodbye.

Somehow, this blog is dead.