This is random.

Living with hope:

If i'm forced to conceive of my own death, i can only imagine myself being killed. I cannot conceive of my own death, except as somebody or something coming and destroying me. Have you thought of how to end your life?

Happiness is when you get to share a tube of toothpaste, a bathroom and a bed with the special one. The yellow faded photo hidden with tons of memories of ours. A new beginning feels like being in a stranger's car, travelling down the route you recognised, viewing the scenery you've seen, listening to the familiar music on the radio.

Thus, i realised i'm living in a big place. which is so big. So many routes, we've not passed. So many scenes, we've not see. And, those songs, oh, those everyday songs that i've not forgotten. I'll soak in a bath. It puts me in such a frame that i might enjoy the past.

Every song, there are your memories and mine too. Your smile imprinted every page of the song lyrics. So, ten years down the road, if this certain song of ours are to be played, i'll remember you. IF you and me are meant to be soul-mates, the growing path will never be alone again.

Happy or sad, it's of you.