Flowers were given, smiles were thrown and confusement fills the air. But one thing is for sure, the life of a certain someone is celebrated and greatly appreciated. KHR IS NOT MINE. (The picture isn't mine. It belongs to milemiru.)
They say home is where your heart is, but what if my heart is six feet underground with you? KHR IS NOT MINE.
In each meeting, will have a parting. The last smile, the last memory. Engraved in our hearts, our last encounter. Farewell.
You are my blue sky, My only blue sky, You make me happy, When skies are grey. You'll never know dear, How much I love you, Please don't take, My blue sky, Away... KHR IS NOT MINE.
"Maybe, in some parallel universe...we are still together...and so very happy." - Anonymous