It's sad when you lose your best friend because both of you realised that being in love meant that you'd be hurt with the same intensity as you loved each other. It's sad when at the end of it, the person whom you redefined your life no longer wants to speak to you. It's sad when you move on from the end and realise you're walking that part of the road alone.

Then again in this world where we walk upon infinite roads with infinite choices, nothing lasts forever. What is infinite is our appreciation for what has been lost, which unfortunately often comes after we lose it. With that, all we can do is to move on, trying not to let ourselves be trapped in the prison of our own crushed hopes and dreams. Easier said than done. Look how long it took me to get out of my own emotional cage.

It doesn't matter how long has passed since the end. We all say our goodbyes when we're ready to move on or when we can't bear the stand the pain anymore. We all say goodbye in our own ways. I said mine when I realised there was no way left to go but foward. It was only a matter of time before she sent hers.

"I suppose when I said "let's just be friends" I didn't think that I was the one who cannot handle it. You are the one that moved on. You know you have. You should be proud."

Somehow, I don't feel proud. I feel like I lost something very important. I feel like I lost someone very important. And the sad thing in all this is that life still goes on…whether we like it or not. Life still goes on.