Some things are difficult to understand, to explain, to perceive. Some things may be important to you but not to others. Some things you may treasure while others don't. So I ask myself why do I still bother. Maybe because I would like to take that chance and if it was thrown back at me, I guess it's just not meant to be.

It can be anything. Your heart, your love, your friendship, your concern, your thoughts, your actions, your hand to hold, your shoulder to cry on... anything. Over time, as you grow older, you learn to let go and move on. That some things are better left unfinished. You tend to not be petty over trivial things. Sigh...

But why does the heart feel so heavy? Maybe bcos these things mean that much to me. Oh well, it's ok. No big deal. Many things I would like to say but I rather not.

So be it... so be it.



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