after reading 2 individuals' blogs, i began to wonder how fragile is love?
i've known them as a couple. knew bits and pieces about them along the way. lost contact after i left for sydney, only to have them on my facebook.
after so many years, there appears to be only bitterness and sadness for one party; another appears to have the burning determination. does every beginning really has to have an end? are fairytales really just that? in this despondent society, is there no place for love?
sex, money, thrill, risks, alcohol, drunken nights, etc.
that's the definition of almost every era.
but why does it seem to be more prevalent in our present time?