A friend of mine spoke words that evening and stuck in my head, it seemed to be. He's willing to fight for what he calls 'his', but was I? 

And I avoided that question because it seemed like one that couldn't find a proper answer to it, and it's now I understood why. I wasn't willing to fight for mine because it wasn't worth the sorrows, tears of pain, hurt and happiness in the end.

It was a foul play, a mistake I made.