Last night, after a solo cry moment (there, I admitted it, hehehe), I asked God (again) to chase this pain away, to give me a sign whether I should move on or what.
Today, in my inbox, an email from P*, asking if his disposable camera is still at the house (and asked how things are over here).
It dawned on me, that no matter what sign God gives me, I will still be confused and the answers will always be the ones I want to hear.
"Stop analyzing. Just let things be," Ruth said.
Let things be. Maybe that's God's answer.
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