this morning, i got a hold of my 2005 planner where i have a complete list of birthdays and important dates to remember. i was browsing through that list when one particular entry struck me. i can’t even remember writing that one. it says, march 21 mites :(. i stared blankly at that entry, half-wishing my eyes can erase such permanent ink. i turned to look at her picture pinned to a pillow beside my bed. are you really gone? i then set my planner aside, lay in bed and closed my eyes. you’re just somewhere far away.