Corridors Of Time

My first blog post of the year, started with heavy heart.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
-Anais Nin

There's time where we were so joyful, time that we had our saddest moments.
Which is now, we're experiencing the down side of our Love.
I really regretted that I brought up things that I shouldn't had.
I can't bear to see You in this state. I could've sworn if I knew it could affect You this much,
I wouldn't even mention it at all. Hah, I guess I was a total Fool after all.
To think that things like that wouldn't affect You the slightest bit.
Fool.