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11 November 2011, Rainy.
It's 3 am in the morning. I'm still awake. Not because that I don't wanna sleep, I can't sleep. The image of you reformed in my mind, and disappeared again, and came back again. I can't believe that its still there, I thought it should have been gone. Why? Why is it still there?

Life still went on, and I thought that I'm fine. But it was all when I wasn't fully conscious. I woke up and its still there, it's never going off. I just can't hold on with a straight face, I had to make a fool outta myself, I'm being such an idiot. I'm doing all this, to make myself look fine. I pretended that I was, even the worse would happen. I just want you to see that I'm fine, I will go on without you, like a fire without its flame, a bird without its wings. Like how I am, looking like a fool.

I really hope that you're still doing well, and that's why I decided that I should have left. Its enough to see you happy, I would want nothing more than you. I love you.