...the hill has not yet lifted its face to heaven that perseverance will not gain the summit of at last.

i wanted to write; not to you directly; but just here in my own little world; it has been a week since we last seen each other; you have your own life and i go on minding my own business; i dont know what should i do; im anxious and thinking about you a lot; want to tell you everything that is happening now in my life but i know i should restrain myself; it's different now; i want to further my studies; share music movie and the usual lazy Sunday with you; but all that are not possible anymore; i need time a lot of time.