The night was young and was my heart was tired.

It is my daily prayer to reach out to at least one person everyday, in any way possible. Time spent together, encouraging words exchanged, a simple note saying 'how r u? =)", they would all do. Why? Because I want to and I'm happy to do it.

Though last night was different. Everything seemed to be ok, that is, no major thing going on.

I didn't know that words could pierce through you. Even more, silence can be worse than empty words. These were my hurts, and vulnerability really takes a lot of courage.

In other words, I'm just grieving for my battered heart. Oh grace, how sweet is your sound.