For past moments, I’ve seen how complicated things are. Perhaps not for the situations, but the characters. I feared that things might turn sour between love and between friendship/ brother-hood.

As expected...

The word betrayal will come in, sooner or later. Papers can’t wrap up fire. I knew you couldn’t take it. I’m too frank? I don’t want to lie nor hide from you. There are reasons and situations which lead to these. I’m cool with it if you mentioned “trusted”; once and never again. I was mentally prepared for these to know more, to advise you better?

Don’t numb yourself with panadols. No one can save you but yourself. No point thinking. Perhaps conclusion is here to come. I did all I could.

I felt your hatred, confusion, saddness, pain and hurt, betrayed. I believe this friendships of ours will be stronger.

I’m out of the picture now waiting for verdict.

And now, dearest is PMS-sing. zzZ.