Enough with you tweets, fluttering heart and flowering dreams. I'm sick of wondering. Who's the shining diomand that caught the attention of yours? You are just like an angry lion who lost it's kingdom when you lost your privacy of Twitter and FB. What can I do? Those are bridges that brought me back to you. Though you have dre thousands step away. Returning gifts and money, won't stop me. I won't stop. I can't stop. I will not stop. For you, those gifts are items. For me, they are part of our memories. Even you threw our memories, don't threw the things you call items, don't return the things I call memories. Because if you do, you're a killer. A soul killer. Words from your mouth used to be a medicine. Text from your phone used to be honey. How fool was I when actually, they were just bitter behind medicines and sweet lies behind honey. Now everything turn into anger behind screams.