I am not a hero

Been helping a friend with her issues in her relationship. All this while, I thought I was helping her. Until I realised that in reality, she was actually helping me. In our conversation, my past was painfully dug out, and resurfaced.

She made me realised the difference between man and woman. She opened my mind and allow me to see things that I thought I knew. In fact, I didn't know.

Things haven't been easy I guess.

All it is left for me now is to endure, to take it. People may hate me for it. But that's the point of doing the right thing, being the outcast. It is all about making the choice that no one else can make, the right choice. Even when I know I can't endure this.

No, I am not a hero...