dear raymond…i hv wipe out all the traces of you in my space. the air wad too.tight and i felt i.was too afraid to dream and hope. i.wish it was like those tales… where love would find me eventually. what if never does? will hope turn ashes into a bitter wine? that is what i always fear that my joy will be robbed. i wish it would be save somewhere and i wished it was with you. but i think i knew… yoi never plan to be. i knew and it stings.