How Come

If you are the soundest shoulder I can rely on whenever I am in tears,
How come you are also the reason that make me cry in aching pain?

If you are the deepest ocean able to contain everything about me,
How come there are still secrets I could not reveal?

If you are the one,

How come I still hesitate?


Without any warning, sorrow descended on. Feeling so against to the joy in the family restaurant, the only thing I could do is ducking my head and let the tears drop into my gratin. A tear drop would not make it salty, but could make it become tasteless.

I know the answer. I am just a wimp afraid to put into aciton.