Once in our lives, we met a few people whom we thought we would share our lives with until the last day we breathe our last breath. We hold onto them very tightly, just like a child holding their candies when they don't want to share them with anyone. We hold onto them until the only choice we have left is just to let them go because holding on kills us slowly and painfully. What if, there's someone who's willing to embrace those filthy mistakes we did? But our hearts are too broken and our walls are too high to let others in again? What choice are we supposed to make this time?