Ambiguity

Ambiguity hurts. It makes you feel wronged. Eventhough there is no trail of Love, you can't deny its existence. Like the air, you can't see it. But it's there.

Can you tell me when is the right time to move forward and when is the right time to give up?

You can't.

We don't even have the courage to hug.

We have surpassed friendship, yet not reaching lovers stage. Is it the rain that has blurred my vision or is it the tears?

I am not satisfied. I am not convinced. I start to question if the person in front of me is really the same you that I know.

Without a map, I feel misplaced. Without a clear direction, I feel lost. Even if I am ready to give, you are not ready to receive.

The excitement has waned. The waiting has lost its meaning. I cannot bear the fact that we cannot write out a beautiful ending.

I can only accompany you until this juncture. After all, there are words that cannot be said, questions that cannot be answered, and feelings that cannot be forced.

My heart is weak. My body is frail. Shall we let our regret stop right here?