(-HENRY:)

The path of life ain't easy.
Often we ain't dejected over the stuffs people do, but we are just emotional about the fact the we can no longer see "them" walking down the route with us. When dreams (of friendship or love) come crashing down, we tear as we are too emotionally attachment to the glimpse of hope called "forever". We jolly well know that we can still make it through the process of being independent but yet we stubbornly chose to repeatedly ignore everything and believe in that same glimpse of hope (or the next). The same or the next(person), we are all just moving along all the pit stop in search for an individual that can walk us down the route. Is that what life is about?
The search of who will leave and who will stay?

That's it?
Then who's next?