I felt nothing short of sad as I deleted the posts. Two whole years of written memories, be it good or bad - all have gone under wraps. I kept telling myself it didn't matter, nothing ever matters anymore and nothing weighs as much now anyway.
Sometimes we need change, and change is something I'm definitely not accustomed to. There's no reason to hide how scared I am for what's next to come. So I'll open up another chapter of my life, and hopefully everything's going to be okay..
The only book left unwritten (and the only one that matters anyway) is one about me and you.
Till then.. :)
