Here's a story of a hopeful little girl with big hazel eyes and big dreams about the world and now she's grown up.

You go like,
"Don't share too much." but
She go like,
"Sometimes, it's not okay to
not share the tears that fall at 2 am,
staying up all night,
thinking about the person who once shared everything with.
Or the malicious thoughts that run through your head
every time you close your eyes,
just lying steady in your bed."
And then you go, again,
"but still it's you who get hurt through the process, don't you care about others like me?"
She go like,
"No, I'd crumbling away like a sandcastle but it doesn't mean that the castle never been on the sand, does it?"

After 7 years, she still thought of the day but regret not to be fully honest with the boy cause today one year ago was the day he committed.