Under the heavy rain, armed with a mere umbrella and facing the lightnings and thunders... I went against my decision and decided to continue to assist her. I wonder why, asked HIM, Why all these? What's there left for me to be part of that life?

Thinking back, I had reasons to help before, as a friend, a buddy, a partner and a lover. However, none of those are in my hands now, so why continue to live that life? Why suffer under the illusions of togetherness, where it seems so distint and impossible?

Thinking ahead, if there was one slightest possiblity of being together again... will I continue to love as of how I did? Can I recognise her as of before? I don't know. My feelings are fading away bit by bit. But the reason is not that I had fall for another... it's because of me failing to recognise her for who she is now. It's because of me that I decided to let it go one step at a time.

How should I continue on... this story of mine?