Moving on...

As I walked down memory lane an hour ago, I remembered those times I had with her...

The umpteen walks from mine to hers. The late nite movies, snacks and gossips. The girlie bonding when she taught me how to do my own french manicure; how to curl/straighten my hair with the different hair tools; and the fashion parades when she coaxed me to try on her ever so feminine outfits. Those memories are still fresh in my head. Almost a year since she departed. I still feel the lost...

I have to move on I guess. Death awaits us anytime - could be my folks, me or anyone I love and know. I don't wanna be robbed of the happiness that had been given to me. I am afraid to lose another person. But I know, it can be anytime, any place, anyone...