Im looking forward to "Dear John" next weekend. My past favourite author though the admiration has dissipated over the years along with my passion for reading. Even so, still one of the authors who could move me with tragic endings.

I have difficulty penning down what i want to utter these days, too much to utter yet there's words constraint. There's more to hatred than love, the complexities of it. I restrained it, yet failed miserably. You've gone beyond recognition, not the plot I'm seeking for initially. Crossing the boundaries i set, soon enough you're trespassing as a whole. Kept yourself at bay i suggest but nowhere near there you would. Now, all i hope is just for an appeasement from within.