How is it possible to love so deeply?

Been rereading "PS, I Love You", which i've read exactly one year ago. Reading on how Holly copes with the death of her husband, Gerry, can be quite... depressing sometimes.

One year ago.

One year ago, i was just happy to leave everything behind and all excited to start afresh in NUS. Everything looked so... promising.

And it still is, i hope. =) Only, in a different perspective. I've come to realise it's all in the mind and how i preceived things.

It's June now and A Scintillating Seashell is two years old. To all its readers, thank you for being so patient to endure all my random babblings. i hope at least some of it had been entertaining enough to make up for the rest of the crap. =P