A rainy day event.

It's strange how certain events like to happen on rainy days. I gained my freedom. With gains, there'll be lost. What was the price for freedom? Heartache? Unhappiness? Tears? Hurt of someone I cared? Price for freedom is high. Have I done wrong? I wondered. It seems that I was very confident about my decision. But was I really? Or I'm just happened to hold up alrite? I must have hurt him deeply. In my exchanged of freedom, I had hurt someone. I hope he will forgive me. I hope he understands. I hope I have done the exchange in a softer way. A way that somehow lessen the hurt.


You might not be the one I love most, but at this moment, I definately know, the one who love me most.... Is You.