23 Kasım 2014, Pazar
saat: 15:25
It 's strange, the things you remember. When life has crumbled suddenly, and left you standing there, alone. It's not the big important things that you remember when you come to that: not the plans of the years, not the love nor the hopes you 've worked so hard for. It's the little things you that you remember then: the little things you hadn't noticed at the time. The way a hand touched yours, and you too busy to notice; the hopeful little inflection of a voice you didn't really bother to listen to.
