One’s intention which the others may not understand, ever; one’s idea on spreading the rumors; one’s thinking that others would be carefree without him around; one’s perspective which we might or might not understand, a mystery. We’ve known that our hearts are built with different pieces, not to perfection especially, but the memories, the experiences and the lives of ours on this very land. There are those who think that, with a person long gone from one’s life, the latter would be who he used to be, need no to worry a thing, especially when it concerns the former person. However, how many understand the feelings when part of our precious memories being torn away from our hearts by force? How many realize the fact that none of the torn pieces are replaceable? How many do know that those tiny fragments of our hearts are so valuable, that they will be long gone when they are, leaving the empty unfilled holes on our very hearts? When those pieces of ours are taken out by force, we may not be able to face that particular person, handle that particular incident, solving that particular problem; the missing pieces of our lives, which then not worth a cent, when we’ve given up upon its existence. Still, how much can a person have in mind? How far can a person wander with his thoughts in the head? How different can a thought be, without any approach from the others? When we say think out of the box, how far can we go and how far would we be from the box itself? Where the missing pieces would remain hidden.
