There was once a girl, who liked to walk. Walk in the rain, walk in the dark of the night. Sure, she was scared, but she had a friend walking with her, so she liked it just like that. Her friend, a boy, hated to walk. He was a cyclist. He thought walking was an inefficient way of travelling. But he still walked with her anyway. They walked and walked and walked. They talked and they walked some more. Every night.

One day, the girl realised that she was getting too dependent on him.

She would wait for him to ask her out for meals before she would even eat anything. She would wait for him to remind her to take her medicine. She would wake up in the mornings and expect to see MSN messages or SMSes from him. She would run to him with every small problem that she had, because sharing it with him made the load so much more lighter. She would talk to him on the phone everyday just because she needed to. She would feel uneasy unless she saw him every evening. She would smile when he was around, because he made her smile. She would cry when he was around, because it was so easy to just let it all out when he was there.

They ate together, they studied together, they worked together, they played the piano together, they joked together, they laughed together, they ate ice cream together, they walked together, they sat in silence together, they cried together, they played Chuzzle together, they went the playground together, they looked at the stars together, they did everything together.

But the girl couldn’t do that anymore, because she hated being dependent on boys.

All her past hurt, past experiences told her not to trust anyone and be dependent on anyone anymore. She was once dependent on a boy who lied to her, hurt her, broke her, and crushed her. Then the boy left her. So she doesn’t want to wait for this cyclist boy to leave her when he found a new friend. So she wants to leave first. This way, she can protect herself from being hurt when he really leaves her.

But it’s difficult leaving a friend. But she has to. Because she cannot get hurt again.