Robert H. Smith

The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Friendships and Valentine's Day

It somehow pains me to see how friendships can tear apart. Everytime, I meet up with my friends I can't help but feel slightly empty from losing a friend.

I can't say that I don't miss her. I can't say that she is not at fault either. Tricky situation it is.

Very soon, we will cut her from our emails, we will not hear or speak of her. We will slowly forget the happy times we had... and all is lost.