When I didn't want to talk to you, you left it as it is.

When I wanted to talk you, you said that you had no time.

When I told you that I really needed to talk to you, you said that maybe things would get better if I don't talk to you.

After a while, I think I would just stop talking to you. And maybe after a longer while, I'd have forgotten the reason why I badly wanted to talk to you.

Or maybe after an even longer while, those time-and-again disappointments are sufficient to last me a lifetime. To tell me that "Jessie, stop hoping. He really wouldn't come. Just like the day when you sat there for the whole lonely night, you should have known, that he wouldn't come".

My Father told me plainly, "My dear little girl, let all those things go."

Therefore, no matter how cruel and indifferent I will become, I have to let everything go. Please pray, that the good Lord will give me the courage to let every single thing go.