As I was
rushing through my report, a shocking news came to me; someone I
knew committed suicide and was hitting the front page of the
evening chinese paper. The news came to me in a form of an SMS, a
call and another reconfirmation SMS.
Much as I dread reading chinese characters, I left my office and
headed straight down to buy a copy myself.
To cut the long story short, he committed suicide - probably due to
love and relationship.
And my first reaction is like 'damn foolish!' 
***
It's saddening to hear somber stories of people
surrendering their life, literally, in name of love - whether the
form existed as factors of misery or love depression. It's somewhat
insane having to spent so much resources nurturing someone, only to
witness him killing himself over matters of the heart.
Rikki pasted this to me: 'If love fails, set yourself free,
let your heart spread its wings and fly again. Remember you may
find love and lose it, but when love dies, you never have to die
with it'
I believe that some forumers might have flashing suicide thoughts -
please note that your object of affection might be momentarily
taken aback if you succeed in your attempt at suicide, but given
some time, he/she will move on and your death becomes in vain.
Dying is never a sacrifice in love; in fact, it's a blatant sign of
defeat and emotional immaturity... a great ignominy if one define
that as part of love boundaries because that's one extremely
erroneous mindset.
You will never walk alone unless you choose to be alone.
Sigh. 
