Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Story of a pencil and eraser

Pencil: I’m sorry
 
Eraser: For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.

Pencil: I’m sorry because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you’re always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.

Eraser: That’s true. But I don’t really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I’ll be gone and you’ll replace me with a new one, I’m actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

My love

Wherever you are,
Always be happy.
This is the only wish I can do for you in
This special day

I am missing you

My Sweet heart..