The Prisoner

She is having her dull days, simply because of him..

Instead of communications, he chose separation. She was forced to move out. He said her love suffocates her but she thinks his love doesn't provide her enough air.

He encouraged her, but later then he rejected her. She doesn't understand why he could share a brilliant moment with someone else before but totally denied her.

At night, she thought of the broken promises he made, they're nothing but words..

If he was to die now, he would neither call her or his boss, he would dial to his father.

If she was to die now, she would give him a last call to tell him how much she loves him, even though she knows he is always unavailable for calls..

His mind is her prison...

"I asked you to please think of, what I've done to you.." (Lene Marlin- Maybe I'll go)

The Starter

I have never been a fan of blogging, simply because I've read too many stupid blogs before. At this very lonely and painful night, I created my very first entry.

When I look back in the future I will always remember what this man is putting me through at the moment, grief, I've always been a coward for men. Behind this strong personality, maybe I am fragile..

I've cried so hard everyday, feeling pain but there's nothing to heal me. To have a home that doesn't welcome me at all, "I guess so's" instead of "of course's" is tearing me apart. Maybe it's destined that I would always have a home which I can't go back to..

When will these end? I am tired of boundaries and walls..

"Hurt inside, no scars to show.." (Lene Marlin- "Story")