Choices

The day one of us died - one dream shattered, but two hearts remained. His love and his heart remains with me.

The only times i feel my eyes light up and my face brighten are when i'm showing our beautiful photos to frens.

At times when the pain seems too much to bear, i reflect upon our good times together, and i can feel his heart cushioning mine, his love helping me go on.


His life was a testimony to many. His optimism, his cheer, selfless giving of his love and care. I can either wallow in my waves of misery, or live on my life the way he did, the way he wants me to, in honour of his. I choose the 2nd.

Having said that, it doesn't mean i dun feel the pain anymore. No one can truly understand the extent of my pain. But also, i dun think anyone can fully appreciate the depth of our love for each other.. The ability to carry on despite the pain does not in any way understate my love for him.

Of cos, God is helping me thru. So are my dear frens.. thanks for being there *hugs*