I had always believed that questions of the heart can only be answered by direct action. I had believed that life teaches you to be brave and stand up for what you believe, and i had believed that moments that melt an icy heart has to be remembered in mind.. Perhaps i'm just an old fashioned romantic idealist, i don't know. There are things about my life i'm always grateful for, and there are moments when i regret, same as everyone else. But how do you really pick up threads of an old life, even though some are bitter pills to swallow indeed?