"I could tell you my adventures—beginning from this morning,” said Alice a little timidly; “but it’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”
Share with friendsBidding farewell to the past is never easy, especially when we have lived through it and come out alive.
My eyes sting with tears that haven’t fallen and goodbyes that weren’t said. My heart sings in hope of meeting again.
Love is a stubborn fool, who despite being bid goodbye, turns up in our lives time and again, begging us to let it in...