Two days ago, I crashed my car and he popped into my mind. Of all the persons that I care of, I wanted his comfort. Why is that so? Why when we're dead? I guess in the end, he's always the one who's wandering in my head. After so much time, it's still that way. I want to be able to forget, for I'd like not to be thinking always of his name. was it even worth it? out of a year, the time I really enjoyed was not more than 3 months. I'll just try and forget, though I'm not willing yet, but I'm hopeful I'll be one day. And when that day comes, I'll be ready to love again.