The sky is desolate with tinge of dark frown marking it. It looks forlorn as it burst into droplets of tears and slowly drenching the land wet with sorrow and sadness. Crystal driblet clinging despairingly on the leaves and streets abandoned without any companion, the night is indeed forsaken and unloved. I am walking down this narrow despondent lane; pensive about how unloved I feel for our first anniversary. I should curse and hate her but why does this heart bleed and pain when I think of hating her? Is it me that is insane or is it me that has fallen too deep to stand up straight again.....