Today, I had lunch with a stranger.

You were not there, we were not there. I can't find us. Somewhere along the way, we wandered apart and maybe that's not a bad thing. Maybe, it's meant to happen anyway, it just took a bit of a while.

They always say we should know when to hold on and when to let go. But what I wasn't told is that there comes a time when you're simply given the choice whether to continue fighting or not. It's not letting go, but simply just letting things happen with minimum effort.

I'm too tired for petty mistakes and fixing them just to realize efforts wasted in the end.

I don't want any more lunch times with a stranger. Maybe it's about time I get selfish for a change. I'd rather be alone.