loose end

I've been trying to write about alot of things, but somehow, the sweltering heat has caused a blockade somewhere between my thoughts and my keyboard... so... ito na lang muna...

I absolutely hate loose ends, especially when I know it was my fault. Right now though, she's happy, and I've sorta moved on... but you know that feeling when you have a small snag on your shirt, and you just have to pull it, and you're not sure if it will make the snag bigger, make the shirt tear completely, or just come out cleanly?

Things are ok, I should just leave well enough alone, right? after all, she's happy and that's what's important.

So I guess that's that, after all, I don't see her life getting better because of me or my presence, so I guess it's best like this.