Dear Anonymous,

I still think about you everyday. It is like a sweet curse my love for you. After being haunted by it for almost 16 years, I can honestly say that my love for you was very pure, my love for you is deep. I was not able to express to you, how much I loved you, now I am caught in the web of my own creation. Never does it dissipate, absence has only made my heart grow fonder. Woe is me.




"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."