With only my bedside lamp on and soft, slow music by some orchestra in the background, here I am enjoying the quiet night.

It's lovely. And I have not had a chance to do so for a very long while.

My emotions went into a roller coaster ride for the last few weeks. But after a night's sleep, I am feeling better.

A chapter in my life closed with question marks lingering on for the past 6 years. I mustered enough courage to ask him 2 nights ago about what had happened causing his disappearance. I finally know the truth. No longer do I have to make guesses anymore.

I cannot understand why he couldnt have been honest and tell me the truth to start off with. I would have known what to do, if only he had told me. It hurts to only know the truth 6 yrs later.

"I'm really hurt.." I wanted to tell him that. Face to face.

Anyway, it's all too late now.

Friends we are, but between us, I know that a line will always been drawn. And I clearly know that it's a line that we'll never cross.

He has chosen to lead a life free from emotional commitments. He has moved on.

I am attached, and I am responsible for another him.

I should try and let it go. It is only right that I move on too.