Siuil A Run

The title of this post is in Irish language, which means "Walk, my love." 

I know recently I have been so pathetic: acting so hopeless just because I must let someone go soon. And I am even more pathetic for posting this kind of topic every time I write.

It's not about whether or not I am ready for this; it's about whether the wait is going to worth the sacrifice. After all, it's too soon to say that this is the feeling that will last for a lifetime; it may be too early to talk about the future.

What if this is just a roller coaster, which goes up high to the sky and fall down to the lowest part of the ground quickly? What if this is a firework, smoldering at the beginning but dying when the spark is gone?
People always say that when one door closes, another will open. I am starting to believe that is true. Often people stop by for a while to give you a meaningful lesson. Maybe it is hard today but this will feel like meaningless yesterday in the future. This has ever happened to me and probably this time will just be the same.
Ah, I forgot. I still have my own dreams to reach; I must never forget mine totally just because someone suddenly comes and makes fun of me. 

Only for that reason, I must stay strong and stop over-thinking it. 

So, walk, my love,
safely and peacefully.