Got to move, move it

At last, I decide to move. Last week afternoon, with my brave heart... I sent my resign letter to my editor. Shockingly, in the middle of Maghrib, my editor call me instantly. "What happen Liyana? Why suddenly you want to leave me? Why do you want to leave me? Are'nt you feel guilty to leave me?" And the next day, as soon as he arrived at his table, he stood in front of his desk, and called my name with his signature style and we had a discussion. He offered me an opportunity and requested me to consider back my decision. He refused to sign my resign letter. And I promise to give him my final decision by this week. Today, I walk to my office. Restless. Lenggang. No nothing. Only my damages blackberry & RM3 for breakfast in my right pocket. I’m going to take my last few breath here and let go the opportunity. Its hard, tough and a very risky decision. But I need to clarify all and make my final word. After considering the possibilities what will happen in the future, I'm going to let go the offer and heading to something that I decide to do. Something that I really love and want to do.