I hadn't really think of how to handle it.
Everything happened too fast and before I knew it, I was on the flight to Europe for more than two weeks.
Though its a past event now, but somehow deep inside, it still seems like a present issue. But we choose not to talk about it.
It hurt so badly that I felt so helpless and lost.
I cried and cried. Till I felt emotionless.
Then I lost sleep.
And I cried again.
If he really know me the best, this would not have happened.
Personally thats how I feel.
It hurt most when its the person that you hold most dearly to your heart that is the cause.