Sometimes i wish i love you means so much more

Life really is fragile.

And sad to say, realisation usually comes at the eleventh hour.

Life is fragile, really.

Deep thoughts,
Shallow words.

A further distance push, appearing from the mist of the past.

Quietly,
and silently.

It wonders.

I hope you can hear the whispers amidst all these silence

A whole lot of disappointment.

(Even though you bite, poke and tickle me at the most random places)

Thank you for every little thing.

Undeniably, that wall of trust that was building up collasped in one severe blow.

Sometimes, everything can be so fragile.