Should I hold on?

Or give up?

Judging from what happen, God's just trying to make me wake up from this endless dream.
I don't know if I will really be able to break it off, but somehow, I know, I will never look at you the same way again. I am sorry for what had happened, even though, genuinely, I know it's never my fault.

For what happen it's for a reason, I could have possibly not call you on this very day, but an "invisible" force just made me. There's really nothing I could say to describe what I am feeling.

Then again, it's fated, and it's expected.