Prologue
Sometimes we hold hands to realize the poignancies of incomplete love story.
There was a place. It was full of light and liveliness. That place would make everyone feel alive.
It was later acquired by you and your belongings. You remained there for a while but then something happened and you felt like leaving suddenly and you did too.
You just left abruptly taking all your belongings with you. But before leaving the place you blocked its window making it impossible for the light to come in, you burned the curtain, you destroyed the furniture in fact at last you set the whole place you once called home to fire.
It turned into ashes in no time and nothing felt like alive anymore.
Sadly that place was my heart.
