I went to watch Perhaps love today. It was really a beautiful love story, that made me keep dropping tears throughout cos it reminded me so much of my own.

Sometimes I do feel like I am holding on to a rope, suspended maybe 10meters off the ground. It is not a long distance, but if I fall, its enough to cause lots of pain, and maybe a broken bone or two. I am holding on tightly for my dear life, getting tired with every passing time, getting weary, hoping against hope that I would be pulled up to safety. I know that if I just let go, I can just grit my teeth, endure the pain and move on, and the pain would eventually go, no matter how deep it is. After all, hanging there forever is not the solution. But yet I am scared to let go, scared of the pain it would cause. A few times, just when I thought maybe help was on the way, I get pulled up a little higher, but still left hanging there. I am left feeling disappointed again. Feeling disgusted with myself for being such a coward, but yet still grabbing on, feeling myself slipping further and further(newton's 3rd law+slippery hands). Inner turmoil within me, being suspended on the rope would bring me nowwhere, life is at a standstill. The only solution is to let go, break some bones, find some doctors to heal my wounds,move on with life. But yet, I am still holding out hope, for my would-be rescuer. Hoping and hoping, how long would I hope and wait? I know the longer I hang, the higher I go, the weaker I get, the harder I would fall, but I just can't stop clinging to that last bit of hope. Maybe it'd be better for u to yank the rope off if you don't intend to save me, since I apparently can't make up my mind...It is less cruel this way..