I don't deny she spotted on my weakest point. The most vital point. Or rather the most feared of all.
That was why my boat was rocked and sent me all jittery.

I know I did recovered. But the scar remains.

But I know somehow, my confidence will pick up.

Faith will be back in place where it belonged in me.
It just got lost. It will found it's way back to my heart.

And I know, things will fall in place eventually if they are meant to be.