Irreparable

"That is the only essence of this life."
"A Happiness."
You said it honestly.

Its always come nights like this for one or two, when city lights are off in the midnight, and the pale moon light is the only thing that come through your window where you starring out at, blurly. You feel lonely alone and think about the people who wreck you.
Are they doing good somewhere?
Are they just moving forward and forget what they've done?
Did they ever feel sorry?

Some things are meant to be irreparable. Some things are meant to stay broken inside of us to remember, no matter how hard you try to tell yourself to let it go. But pain is all about learning anyway. The scratches may won't heal, but as the days go by it will stacked down and down and covered by series of memorable events. Be Happy.