Pain should have at least killed her. It nearly did, but it failed. It was either she was strong, or it was simply tolerable enough. I do doubt both.
But nevertheless, she felt like dying.
I believe that a person is a puzzle not because he needs to be solved, but he needs to find the pieces that could make him complete. What a person is when he dies is a collection of what he has been. A logbook, a summary, a paraphrase, a summation.
However there'll probably come a time when a person feels complete, Not in death yet, but by pure friendship and love. Consequently, a time too to be broken and nonetheless, incomplete.
Life can be so deceiving.
Now, i shall be waiting for the piece i lost.
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4 comments:
u know what,.
sana dai ko na lang tinaram,.
don't wait for it, search for it.
hmm.,but sometimes it's better to wait.,it'll be back.,
you'll never know if they still want to come back.. :)
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