Why do we do the things we do, even when we don't want to?
More than often, it seems like no matter how hard we try to, we still end up hurting the ones who mean the most to us.
But something I've come to realise is that, sometimes it's just meant to be... We don't learn to treasure what's important to us, unless we realise how much less of us there'll be when it's gone...
so, it happens.
But more than that, the question is :will you then hold onto what's truly important?
