and i read the blog of a person who's a fren's fren.
and it moved me greatly, wad she wrote.

and i wish i have that kind of candour, at times.

"Even at the last moment he was saying the things I didn't want to hear. So I told him "I don't think it'll work out."

Somehow, for the past two years, I really believed he would never leave me, and that I would never leave him. He always brought a smile to me just by appearing, hair tousled and eyes sleepy. I genuinely thought I could never let him go.

This evening I kissed him on the cheek and walked away. Even when my eyes were filled with tears, I think the thought of him still made me smile."

because its one of the bravest posts ive read, in a long time.