I realise that, people who can get me hungry in the middle of the night just by talking, have a common trait in their name. Pretty interesting to me.

Years from now you're gonna look back and wish you gave it one more shot, because the best things in life don't come easy.

For a moment, I've stopped, enjoyed the moment before reality gave me a hard slap to the face. I should have realize it wasn't right from the beginning.

The differences keeps getting further and further
Common topics are falling low
Desire to meet remains high.

What do I do?

Sometimes I ponder, why is there a need to meet people when we're all gonna say goodbye eventually?



On a lighter note, I'm coming up with my birthday wishlist. Kind of difficult to know what I actually wants. HCNY!

I've thought about the facial expression, that smile, that laugh and the childish exuberance of it all. A pity that I can do no more.

At some point in time, everyone's just gonna have and live their own life.
Nobody's gonna feel what I feel.

So, am I the only one who's refusing to move forward?