Where do broken hearts go?

No words can adequately carry the pain that I felt this morning. DNA Afterhrs said "Whitney, No more". How could she possibly go away? Wasn't she immortal? Her voice had that melodious quality which could haunt me for hours n hours. Never get bored listening to Whitney Houston. She was always there to buoy my spirits, to heal my jilted heart, to keep me from despair. She has indeed left the clichéd "void" in my heart and what better way to overcome grief than listen to Whitney again and again...

It just takes "one moment" to make your life beautiful and worthwhile; one moment to end it all. Some however, make these moments count and transcend the boundaries of space and time. Whitney did and how!

Rest in Peace, Whitney Houston

Will always love you

-Shamini

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