I saw how passion killed love. I wanted such a love that is pure from passion. A kind of love that can never be mixed with passion. And I got it. I am happy now as I lived the hell of a passion killing love. Now that I know what I can do when I love honestly I know my limits too. Sometimes you have to conceal it. Concealing seems like a hell but revealing could lead worse disasters. I conceal the love from certain places because I want it to remain. I'd rather die than forget the love I have.
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IN MEMORIAM-TOŠE PROESKI (25.01.1981-16.10.2007)
Short StoryThis is a memoriam story about Toše Proeski. I don't remember when I started writing this but if I can publish, it will be published on 16.10.2015 which is the anniversary of his death. When I started writing, I never intended to finish the story. T...
