I never really liked bittersweet chocolates. I like it sweet, but not too sweet, or else I'll feel sick.
Love's like a box of nicely-wrapped chocolates, people say. You never know when you'll get a chocolate which is too sweet for comfort, or a chocolate which is bitter. I guess until now I still haven't found my perfect chocolate.
Ah well.
After trashing it out, I decided that we should just be friends. Told him that; apparently he thinks likewise too. Something good coming at a bad timing is bad. Something good coming at a good timing is good. Makes sense I guess.
But hey, at least I feel less miserable. Now what's left is the recovery path, which is a long way ahead.
Sigh.
Tough luck. Haha.
