Love Short Story : I was the one who always told her that I never wanted anyone to see me cry. But then now I wish she would open her eyes at least to see me....

EPISTOLARY NOVEL STATUS UPDATE: Why am I afraid of being myself again? Why am I scared to take the risk? The more I hold back, the more it creates hole within me. The one I love, when I was blind, is different from the person I am seeing now. It seems like he doesn't know me at all. I thought I was broken because he left me, but I've realized, I am broken because he's now a total STRANGER.)