Dear Webby,

I don't know what to say.
You are a very good friend, and I know you are depressed.

Lots of people ask me, "Why ain't you married? Got boyfriend already?"
Either I tell them the truth, or I lied.
Normally, lying will stop any further questions.

But most of the time, I wondered,
Yeah hor, why am I still single??
Am I not looking hard enough?
My standards are set too high?
Am I not good enough for anybody?
This morning, it suddenly strike me...
I am afraid.

Subconciously, love, to me, is NOT a pleasant / enjoyable / joyful thing.
Once bitten, twice shy.
I just can't let go of a bitter relationship.
H*ll, it was so long ago, I can't forget it.
I probably never will.

Where art thou find love?
Shakespeare.
Love: What's yours, it's yours. What's not yours, it's no use forcing.
Chinese saying.

I believe, what's mine, will find me someday.
I hope. And will keep on hoping.

So... I am NOT about to give up, so I hope you won't too.
Some things are very hard to forgive and forget,
But once we see new light,
All would be well.

Webby, I sincerely wished for hope, health and happiness to find you, in whatever you do.

Love always,
Fiona