As she opened her eyes to see and her ears to listen, whatever that is left of her heart to feel, she saw the answers to all her unanswered questions before her very eyes. She knew that she had to step away from everything to let them feel their happiness and their warm embrace. She never could really understood why he had chosen to be so close to her while waiting for the other person to finally reciprocate his feelings. Maybe if she chose to put herself in his shoes, it would only serve to make the pain even more excruciating. She cannot look at the both of them in their eyes, for fear that they would notice the pain that she's going through. In the silence of her heart, she can only wish for the best. It doesn't matter how many tears had fallen from her eyes, as long as she knows that they are happy.

For those of you who are wondering what is happening to me and why I was crying in church, all I can tell you is that at the end of the day, I just hope that my life turns out fine. The fighter in me has finally thrown in the towel. I have no more emotional, mental and physical capability to fight the battles that I've been thrown into. Every morning I ask myself why is there so much shit that I have to go through?

I am trying to find that fighting spirit back. I'm just sad that things are never the same as before. I've really never felt so alone, feeling my way in the dark. I know that this is the battle I have to fight alone, yet it seems like all of you have just walked away. I don't know anymore if anyone cares.

I feel like I'm back to the times that I lead my double life. Searing pain is felt inside yet on the surface, I look fine and normal. Those days were hard but now, it's even harder. Lives have been changed. Tears have been lost. Yet, the questions in me still remain.