At some point you will realize that you have done too much for someone,
that the only next possible step to do is to stop.
Leave them alone.
Walk away.
It’s not like you’re giving up,
and it’s not like you shouldn’t try.
It’s just that you have to draw the line of determination from desperation.
What is truly yours will eventually be yours, and what is not, no matter how hard you try, will never be

another O.O

Sasha came over and that means... her sister is here too.. WOOOH! Halo PETRA!

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It was a typical Monday evening with the usual 3 to 4 tables being occupied. Air con was bursting its cold wind at 20 degrees. What do I have to complain? Its nice, comfortable and peaceful. Peace was disturbed every 30 minutes or so with some staff asking me to void off items. It just got me a little frustrated. A quite evening like this, should not be complimented with any form of mistakes from the staff.

Looking at the time now, 8.51pm. The night is still young, so they say. Not many things need to be done. Butter has been cut, jams are all prepared and ready for tomorrow's morning rush. There really isn't much to be done around here. Almost a year now with Jones, everything has started to become static. Monotonous. Boring.
My heart is still beating fast. Really fast. So I thought it was over. I deleted her off my facebook, contacts list and tried deleting her off my mind too.

As usual, I was walking around checking on the operations. Went out to the al-fresco to send over some drinks to the customers. I strolled back inside the restaurant only to have a shock. There, in front of me, stood a nice looking girl, hair straight down to the shoulders. A decent height to weight ratio but a face way too familiar. Should I say hi? Or open up a small conversation? Or should I just be direct I say, Ive missed her so much? I had to look twice just to make sure that my half sleeping mind is not playing any form of tricks on me. Well assured, it was her. Sandra.

I carried on doing my duties pretending that all's fine. I tried to blank of my mind for a few seconds. Nothing worked. My heart kept beating faster. The more I tried, the worst it got. I calmed myself down with a few sips of ice water that had stood solo in front of me. Half the time, I felt sick, I wanted to rush down the toilet and let go of all that was in me.

It took her about 10 minutes to leave the restaurant. What was her intention? Does she know that I was on shift? Or was she here with a bit of a luck that I wasn't working today? Nevertheless, I was happy, angry and frustrated all at the same time.

Goodbyes are never easy, I ended it really harsh. I may hurt now. But its for the better future.