time heals all wounds no matter how deep.
one day, you will still miss, but you wont ache. anymore, that is.

you wont believe i still care, but i really do.
i prayed, i hoped, i wished, i wrote, i cried.
you dont really have to know, but be well.

at times i feel that my world's too occupied with noone but myself.
and the selfishness is killing me.