Why should life and love go on?

Why did the circumstance allow my heart to love but eventually will be lost? 

Should I blame anyone? Why should life and love go on after all?

The sun is high but is slightly covered by heavy-looking clouds; the cold breeze washes away its penetrating rays.

                               I was on the roof of my house and this is my favorite place to hang out with myself. Looking at the sky, shades of blue are starting to be replaced with gray. I know it’s not going to rain. I just know, because he won’t let it. 

As I watch the leaves fall from the trees, it made me wonder.

Who let go?

Why didn’t the other one keep on holding? I never let go. He did, but he promised he’ll keep holding on.

But I can’t blame him.

He’s such an angel to be called a liar.