it got burnt, darling.

how abruptly absent minded we, maybe i, could be, when you are now seem like a stranger crossing the road when the traffic is red,from knowing to unknowing. Surprisingly, how unfamiliar,unsettled, and anxious it is to move on

from a chapter that you, once time ago, about not too long, had very much determination and excitement to venture into its every line and word, to be involved in every conflict and moment,

and there it was, last paragraph: you thought you'll make it, then the book..pufff got burnt. You

started its beginning but never closed enough to make to its ending. How would the ending would

be, if..... and the daresay continues with all possibilities.

and believe me, reading the first word of a new chapter could be nothing more than thousands pieces of glasses attached to your heart and forcing it to pump the blood so that your brain could still give proper instructions to the body not to slum yourself  into a female's typical-self-prep when it comes to emotions and feelings.