Habit

It has been going on for so long and it has become a habit…

A habit is like a slow poison…

It penetrates through your skin, into your flesh, into your blood stream and finally reaches your heart…

Once the poison reaches your heart, you are hopeless…

I’m…

Just too used to have the person around…

Just too used to seek help from him…

Just too used to have that person to quarrel with…

Just too used to depend on the person…

It seemed that whatever that person does for you become a necessity…

No, I do not take it for granted…

I cherish it…

It’s a gift from the heaven…

The best gift ever - The friendship between you and me.