Move on...

What right have I to grieve, who have not ceased to wonder?

I've to admit, she's a strong girl. And how could I beee sooo weak to tear over the phone when I was supposed to cheer her up?! Sheeesh.

Her telling me that she's alright and all in her definite yet fragile tone of voice, made my heart wrenched. She's holding up.

'I've to move on... Andrew wants me to be strong, and so I have to'

Time is always the best medicine to heal. It has to be. It better be.

My utmost sincere blessings for you, my dear friend.