People hurt us. Even the people we love sometimes do but don't let the dark days cloud your heart. Remember that after the rain, no matter how long it takes, the sun will always shine brighter. Always.

Little by little, I feel the change going on. “What change?” He did ask. By that time, all the memories flew into the air like butterflies – butterflies beautifully appearing but will never go back to where they were before; butterflies that'll die in the morbid horizons of reality.

Each of the memories were about them. “Who are they?” He once again asked. They were my family. Were. They are my loved ones. Are. “Does it matter?” Curiously and wearily, he asked – with his tears gushing down his splendid cheeks. Yes it did. Yes it does. All those pains, all those sacrifices, all gone because of their solipsism. I closed my eyes and opened it again. I saw him looking at me with the striking pain he felt. Who was he?

He's my reflection.

And after a deep breath, we both exclaimed, “The crowded heart is now just a mere formless thing with blank spaces.”

Again, we cried, and swore to never let the pain pin us down.