I leisurely plopped myself on the beige colored furry cushioned couch, not once shifting my narrowed vision from the Franklin Gothic typeface, whilst biting my lips and curiously anticipating the well known climax of 'A walk to remember.'
An old book from the time when I was a child, but my favorite. I've read it numberless times in the past few years, it's one of those very few books I completed reading and re read again and again.
It somehow reminds me of him. Albeit we were hardly cordial while we lived together, I still feel a void in my heart since the day I left him. It's been six long years.
My heart needlessly persuaded me to go back and sleep in his embrace, but my mind always found valid reasons to fight against it. A very practical one I must say.
For the first time in my li
