Okay, I just read my sister's blog. Somehow, I feel like blogging. For her. I felt her pain. Her pain in losing someone that she really loved. Someone, that she really needed. I totally feel it. Totally knows, how much it hurts her. Because I once lost him as well. I lost him, I lost myself too. I am thinking about him everyday. I know I needed him. Though we may seem like we can live on without them, but maybe, the fact is, we can't and we never would. I regret. Regret leaving him alone. When he needed me most at that part of time.

Being in love can be something so sweet. But hey, it was never that easy. To love, to be loved. Reading her blog, I feel her pain. I know she misses him. And it will really take a long time for her to even forget about him, But the fact is, does she know that there's still someone who really loves her and cherish her outside, waiting for her. They are willing to wait for her, to forget that person who doesn't deserve her love. I feel like telling her, give up. He won't come back to you. Even if he does, the feeling will never be right anymore.