The four walls that witness all the sadness, the wailing and bawling are the same four walls that witness my felicitous journey with you. I know you will never come across this blog and even if you do, you'd prolly find this comical. The thing about letting go is the fact that I have to live in oblivion. Keeping my head up high even when tears stream down my face. When being strong is never a choice but an obligatory. 

Where are you.

Lola