I couldn't stop them from rolling down my cheeks the moment i browsed through the dates in my phone's calendar. How do you remain as strong as iron when you are exposed to various sorts of blows everyday? Even traffic light posts get corroded over time, let alone a person, who has endured for so many, many months.

The wound is crying out in pain even more when i picture all the happy memories like a slide show, slowly turning into the sad everyday scene you see today.