I'm glad I told you to spit everything out, and that I set aside my ego to pick up the phone and give you a call. Look where we are now, loving and especially caring for each other just the same like before. So maybe we all haven't been truthful enough. Maybe what we know is that the truth scares us so much that we refuse to come clean with it, but truth stays true no matter what, and sometimes when comes the day when we realise that we have no other choice but to face the truth, more damage have already been done. We all know how everyone don't mean to hurt, but most of the time... the more we try not to, we just do. Whose to blame?

I'm stubborn and strong headed, yes, but that doesn't mean I won't give in. I just need a reason to do so.

No one can shut me up so easily for I'm outspoken and I can retaliate. But yesterday night. Simply said, I'm guilty as charged. I'm good at talking but I can't handle all kinds of conversations well, thus the presence of an awkward silence is when I'm having my thoughts processed. It's not because whatever's said goes into one ear and goes out the other. For one night I listened more than I spoke. Things don't just work out by nature, something certainly have to be done. I've learnt. And I apologise for letting myself be so affected by too many little distractions till to a point that I forget that. I don't want to ask for anything more. I like the way we are now and I'm simply thankful.