I wonder why.

There're certain things in our daily life that we don't wish to see, to hear, to do or to let it happen but we somehow do it despite knowing what's the outcome. Then we end up don't know what to do, don't know what to say. Or rather, nothing to say, nothing we can do.

It's all meant to be. Things turn out the way we don't want to be because it's meant to be. We've been wondering but no conclusion is made because it's meant to be, just like pigs are meant not to have wings to fly.

If you don't wish to prolong the pain, end it. If not, mend it. Running away is only a temporary solution to a permanent solution.

The loop hole which I never seem to get out of all these while and yet it haunts me unknowingly till date.