change.

Sometimes changes does good to someone.

The time has come. An ending to perhaps a better and beautiful beginning.

I wonder.

All's changed, I see. Perhaps I am right. Perhaps it'll do good to everyone. A fresh start. Throw behind the dirty linens, hide the embarrassment, sacrifice the once strong ties.

I can't bring myself to face that fact. It has been such a beautiful journey. Was. What do I forgive? And what do I forget? I was never the humble one. Yes, I care much about face value. But I care too on ties. Special ties.

This is too hurtful. Cos I know for well that things will never be the same. Ever.

Perhaps, one day.

One fine day.

The optimist would say that his cup is half full.

The pessimist would say that his cup is half empty.

What if I said that I once had a cup that's brimming with water before it came falling to the ground, shattering into smithereens? Tell me.