<!-- --><!-- --><style type="text/css">@import url(http://www.blogger.com/static/v1/v-css/navbar/697174003-classic.css); div.b-mobile {display:none;} </style> </head><body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener("load", function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <iframe src="http://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID=16648402&amp;blogName=BLACK,+RED+AND+GREY.&amp;publishMode=PUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT&amp;navbarType=BLACK&amp;layoutType=CLASSIC&amp;searchRoot=http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/search&amp;blogLocale=en_GB&amp;homepageUrl=http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/&amp;vt=1224235054446873413" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" height="30px" width="100%" id="navbar-iframe" allowtransparency="true" title="Blogger Navigation and Search"></iframe> <div></div>
IT ALL CAME BACK TO ME.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007, 6:00 PM
So, after all the commotion, I understand. You are not the same anymore. I could have anticipated from the replies. But who doesn't want to deny the negative sixth sense and believe that such things will not happen. I think it is partly my fault. I am not open. But, are you? The honeymoon period is over and what's left is the responsibility. In this circle, everyone is just looking for that one thing. I think you are just one of them. You have all the other responsibility in the world, no? Till then, let's remain as that. I am still me. You changed. Oh, did I say that you are just one of them?

Sometimes, looking at those, I get into a terrible rage. But that's you, not anyone else. You are able to work the spell within me.

The scent of the flowers in my nose. I will never be able to forget this smell, love.






Ernest