It'll go away. It'll all go away. One day my memory will fail me and I'll forget. Or maybe I'll remember but remember it all with a smile. Actually I don't want to forget. Let it remain pleasant memories. It should be the right decision. He's never wrong.

I was fine that evening, amazingly. And all I want is to rmb how that evening felt. This nostalgic moment will pass and it'll all be okay again. I know I always have a good friend.

I have tried my very best. I give up, not gladly, but not grudgingly anymore either. Perhaps its enough to know that I've fought hard, even if i I've still lost. Now I can let go.

Yay. =)