After months of accumulation, I get it all out by chance. I never get satisfying consequences, but disappointing ones. I take a lot of time to comprehend. I remain in denial for a while. I walk the extra mile, or thousand extra miles. I don’t give in. Till a certain time when it all comes clear. When all bridges burn down. I try for the very last time. And when I get the very same result, I don’t get ashamed of myself. I don’t blame myself for being an attachment barbie. I don’t blame myself for acting humanely. At least I know I did all my best. I, instead, come back to my senses and finally give in, for I fully believe it’s all for the better.This time has come. And I’m glad it finally did.