On that day, at that very moment, my tears just kept on flowing uncontrollably. I kneel down there feeling so hopeless, like everything around me was just pure emptiness, darkness. From that very moment, I know my heart have been shattered because of love and that maybe the end of my life, my love life.


I have this crush and I love so much that I'd give up my whole life for him.
One day just there and then he disappeared without a reason, without saying goodbye.
I went on searching for him from one place to another each day.
Every second felt so miserable without him.


June 7th,

At Brokeen Heel street, I broke down. My whole body started trembling with fear.
I just laid down on the floor, not moving dead. My mind felt so empty, my soul felt so crushed as I, myself, personally saw Daniel lying so hopelessly, helplessly in the middle of the street. Surrounded by a pool of blood, his blood.

Everyday, every moment since then, never once I lived with ease. How I hope I was dead.
I always thought to myself, if I hadn't chased him at that moment when I saw him by the corner, if I hadn't shout his name, if he've never met me, if I'd never appear at that very moment, Daniel wouldn't have fun, he wouldn't have died getting hit by the van. I shivered and shook at that thought then began to cry again.
"Oh Daniel, how could I, why.. why, Daniel, why..?" I muttered.



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