500 days of summer
how many days i had?? more than 500? several thousand? did i count? they were not so bitter for it were the sweet times of youth, when everything is pure, new and so much filled wth joy and craze of overwhelming love... then there come questions... what is that... ? where it's going to end... ? who.. are we? ?? i am learning to avoid despair and anger when thinking of what could've been done, what i missed and what i did wrong. and.. i am actually thankful... because i had... these days of summer... and... honestly. i am not sure, if the summer's over.. the memories lie deep inside my soul, beneath all layers and faces, in a secret den... hidden from everbody.. so that i know - wherever it&…

