some romances end for all kinds of reason.
but when all is said and done,
they have one thing in common:
they are shooting stars;
a spectacular moment of light in the heavens,
a fleeting glimpse of eternity,
and in a flash...
they are gone...

- nicholas sparks -

sometimes, i want to let the hands of the clock be stopped everytime i'm happy...
i wanna hide the hour glass just to make myself believe that moments would not end...
but i never did such,
for i realized,
there are also those who wanted the hands of the clock move...
for every strike of it would mean a little recovery from pains
for those who had bad memories in the past
and wishes that the hands of the clock will tick faster...