I was taught to be independent since birth, because I had no siblings to lean to. I was taught to be independent since then, because they wanted me to be strong at heart and will. Even so, the more independent I am, the more dependent I am towards others. The more independent I am, the more attachments I form with others. Just because, I did not want to be alone. Just because, I refuse to believe that one day there will be only me, myself in my own world. Forming attachments had become a vital value in me, because I believe that those attachments were always good. Yet, as I grew, I realized it was not always good. Despite the joys I had from those attachments, again, again, and again I got myself hurt. Once. Twice. Multiple times. From time to time, I was haunted by the bruises of the past. Even though I was frightened to be attached to anything or anyone, I found myself falling in continuously. However, I learned. I learned that no matter how strong the attachments are, I will still h...