The sun glared down on her as she went under the balcony for shelter standing and gazing at the floor.It looked messy to unperfection,like an unfinished business.Actually,its just an unfinished renovation which delayed for years.She's reaching the stage of thinking fondly about the past when an image of him glancing at her always sprung on mind.It would be far easier to stay than split,far easier to act fine than confess,to hide than confide,but she belief that the " it" has gone and the only honourable thing she could do is to go too.The car is silently waiting to be started its engine and ready to go for its usual routine.She sigh and apparently she doesnt have the desire to go through another cycle of the day but she did eventually.Previously,she's been thorugh a very long dilemma and it can be tell because its written all over her face.She felt down as if her heart was torn even with the cleanest cut.The dearest has helped her a lot in order to keep her straight back and cheerfull as always seen everytime they hangout together.She would never commit any new love-lust.She needs to see the wider picture and take a view of the life she's heading in the future.She's deleting the fragments of the past and the fractured memories.Love teach us to be more matured in any way it can guide us.She's on her way and probably going for the best.

currently listening to:im leaving on a jet plane by john denver
mood:hoping