Eleven forty two in the evening, still sat upon a white chair with laptop perched on the table. Five tabs of different sites are open: Facebook, Plurk, Yahoo, and Multiply. I check on my messenger every now and then hoping he would be online. Three hours has passed but there was no sign.

It’s been a week since I last had a chat with him. It was comforting, yet cold experience. Even his voice on the other lines was…indifferent. When asked what his problem was, he would not say anything. Heck, he would even reason out of being tired. What went wrong? We were happy with have, something more than those three words could say. A bond of friendship that had kep us together for a while. Tell me, was everything a joke to you?

As much I wanted to fight, I’m losing the strength to keep you with me.You want to be free, to be alone, I can feel it. It hurts to see you go, but I can’t be selfish. Whatever we had would be another lesson, another finished chapter of my book. Thank you being a part of it, for giving me the courage to love again. May you find what truly makes you happy for the rest of your life.