I remember a time when pain and anger were all that I need to survive in life, love wasn't an equation for me to use in my time of solitude. However, it was something I loathed, seeing how I could not understand one's feelings or my own.  When it came it came my turn I was afraid of what warmth it brought. Love is the most freighting thing for me not because of what it was but because of the safety and security, it brought me the loss of pain was never more. At last, I did not know how to accept you, for I am as fragmented as a jigsaw puzzle that will be never solved. But if it ever was solved at any point in time, then I'm sorry to break it even more.

Sincerely, X