Some of my friend ask me, "Bila pulak kau rapat dengan die?". Somehow, I don't have that answer no matter how much I went back and forth in time. It's like there's a hole in my story. A deep one. The question since when is something I like to know. But, in time I find that answer I felt glad that I didn't actually. It's good to know that I did not know. At least, there is something about us that still a mystery. I sacrifice my own curiosity to protect and it's kind of big deal for me.
For my sake, you dug too deep.
In the end you ended are buried.
And now I try to dig you out.
But to do that, I need a shovel.
So, when I find a shovel and dig you out, please don't dig for me again no matter how much I plead. I assure you, that is not the best for me. Oh, and happy November. Why make such a big deal in first November anyway? It's just a number. Think about how would you spent this day is more important, as a wise man said: Everyday is a gift.
