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“How a luscious sweet honey could turn sour? It’s impossible.
I have done all my efforts to forget the sweetness of this flower; to ignore its beauty and its unforgettable fragrance, because in the end, I would be caught to be trapped to my sweetest death. But how can I leave something that gives me happiness? A tender bliss that always gives me hopes a so-called heaven in that regard.”

She has spoken the words of regrets while she talked to her daddy. She thought she made a mistake, but was mistaken. Sometimes men want to change their mind. They want to go back from the start, and alter the decision that has just made.

Her daddy held her hands and talked.

“Baby listen, it is certain in your heart that you have doubts. If you know something is not meant to be, the pursuit of this thing is useless. If the honey has turned sour once, will it not certainly turn sour once more? Once honey has turned sour, it is never sweet again. To address a possibility you did not mention. . . You are young, and you are beautiful, this is not your last opportunity to find the one who is right for you. There is time in the hourglass still. . . If you are sure of neither of your two choices, whether following your heart would perhaps give you contentment, or if you choose the right thing you may have a good future . . . then I will say this once more: There is time in the hourglass still, time has not ran out on you, there will be more opportunities to find the one who is right for you, but will there be other opportunities for a good future?”