"... when the damage is done...
... picking up the pieces hurts the most... "

It has only been a month. A month ephemeral bliss, short-lived just like the fireworks when it died down.

In this past month, I have...
Gained and lost a sister...
Gained a friend and lost one...
Gained a crush and lost trust...

It has only been a month, and I'm already missing it.

There is nothing much I could or could not change, for a fact that the things that had happen happened and words spoke to are spoken. I could not deny that there is room for doubt on the things that had occurred yet wondering if I had done it right.

It was really a comfortable feeling to be needed and wanted. To be welcomed and admired... and when circles ended, it turns around and bites you. You are being perceived and judged, demanded and opposed.

The fine line between right and wrong has obstruct my rationalism. I think I've done it right, but it felt so wrong. Would it had been better, if I was never in the picture in the first place?

Who cares? The glass is already broken... just sweep it up clean and move on.


j0nb