Goodbye Bearr.

Typical of me, I am here when life has thrown another curve ball at me. I donno if I have been struck out. I guess I can choose to hit it.

These past 7 months have been beautiful for me. I have no regrets over how things have turned out. Guess it was meant to be. To have experienced it. To have met Bearr. To have shared what we did.

But for the "dor" to be broken is what kills me. "Everything" kills me. The music. The talks. Cannot put it all in words.

I don't know how I will move on from my SM.