When Nikkorel’s Rain

I’ve gone too far to give up. I already survive numerous devastating life events and remained standing and taller than ever. I endured things that most of my peers are afraid to face to.

That’s why giving up is not an easy option for me. If there’s a chance, no matter how slim, I’ll give it a shot. Not because I am fool, but because I am trained to know what battles are worth fighting for and what battles are worth giving up.

To give up or to keep fighting is my choice. But I will definitely not go home after a long tiring day with nagging regrets of not trying enough.

I’m afraid of being too much attach with someone, then finding later on that we are not on the same page. You know how it hurts when you try to wholly invest yourself on someone but still you’re not enough for them. When you want to beg for their affection, but you can’t because it is not right (and you don’t want to seem desperate). All you can do is wait for them, that maybe someday, they’ll eventually know all the sacrifices you made to make them happy —even if sometimes it cost your own happiness.

Loving someone is a double edge sword. You want to open their hurt for you at the cost of you getting hurt on the process.

Yet, it must keep in mind that sometimes, giving up is the best and last act of love we can give.

People may not love me the way I choose to love them, but it will not definitely stop me from loving them the way I know they deserve. Not because they are good, but because I know I am.