When I dream, I dream of my lost love; Alice. She gave me every reason to smile, every momentum to carry on with a dead day. She appeared to me, with a gown so silk, a face so radiant it gave me itchy goose bumps when I wake up.
Mum had warned me but I didn't care, I chose not to listen. Alice wasn't like THEM. Mum had told me not to love with all my heart, not to open my heart till it got to its sleeves, I just didn't listen.
I remember the first day I...