This letter i've been hoping for, you told me you hardly write one but you would write one for me, but i still haven't received it yet..this letter that has been meant to be shifted by a pseudo tete-a-tete in a lounge, neither did it came...the time is passing and there are no marks, we forget to keep our promises, and words are washed away and at some stage they get lost somewhere but never are we exempt from time as you know, it affects us reluctantly, and take away from us what we didn't catch as it was still time to,..the worse ennemy of hapiness is much hesitations and as you know, time can't wait.. but sometimes, it's precisely when you don't wait for something anymore that it comes, when it is pulled away from its context. because it's when there are great possiblities for this letter or whatever thing to exist.