Almost.

One minute I was laughing, the other minute I was sulking. Try to hold myself together from breaking, and make the sense right into my head.

This ain’t nothing compare to the cut of the finger due to the knife, or the stitches in forehead due to the fall, or the sprain of the ankle due the game.

Indeed, it is incomparable. And yet, this is nothing related to any lovey-dove typical story. Not this time.

If doctor said brain is the most complicated organ, I hereby, stand against that. The heart is, to be precise, the soul.

Why did I allow myself to lose? What is really wrong with me?

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

Miza once said, the tests will come in any shape, any form until your heart is fully strengthen.

Till you  yourself  stop from riding your emotional roller-coaster. Till you yourself get straight to your game. Till you yourself take control of abrupt sudden circumstances called ‘change’. Till then.

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