Fantasy.

   Have you ever thought of someone and smile like fool? - ever.

   It was so bright back then, back to the time when my life was a house made of candies - colourful and sweet.

   I could daydream and found myself smiling, drowning onto my fantasy but it didn't go right.

   It was so excited playing in the middle of those Tulips field. It was so wonderful to get to view the beauty of those Netherland flowers. It was so fun playing hide-and-seek. It was a day full of laughter, I swore it was.

   But what worse was the fact that you hid and never showed up. You hid and slowly vanishing by time leaving myself searching for reasons foolishly.

   I ended that fantasy of mine - wishing it was really a fantasy. But you sure had left. So, I was never onto my fantasy, it was real. It was a real happiness. And sorrow, as well.

   Then I know that I am not that little kid whose life was a house made of candies anymore. Not anymore.

Fine.

   Once in a while when you shut yourself deep in the dark-all dark. When you see only darkness, you see those memories walk one by one in order. Even the one you wish to forget. The one you want to bury deeply-very deep so you won't be able to dig it.

   You have been good and very well before and you absolutely will be the same as you were. So, don't force yourself to be fine. It's okay not to be fine. It's okay for now...