And I've learnt that you cannot force someone to move on as and when they like. That makes the pain strike more when you were to face it one day. That makes it victorious. And conceited.

I don't know how you can find your way out of this. I just know that it is damn right not worth it to cut off yourself, your health, God and all others from your life gradually because of the ghost of your past. Isn't it very laughable?

But wait, I am the pot calling the kettle black.

I wormed through each day crying, defining truths and lies, and I've come to realise that with you, it is all but a boundary of a fine thin line. You are the fine thin line. That will break as when you want to.

Now. Someone stopped the flood coming out through the hole of the dam, by finally have stuck something into the hole. She saved me.

You, you need someone to save you.

And I don't know whether we as friends can do that.