"HE ASKED HER-DO U STILL FEEL FOR ME? She: You were once the spark of my eyes,but now you are just burnt ashes. You were my feather pillow, who probably gave me warmth and comfort, but now you are no more than a fallen note. You used to be my night songs, unfortunately now those became my nightmares.... And now when you are asking me whether, I feel for you or not, I just wanna say... I really feel for the pray in me, who sometimes fell for you. ©vega6794"