i am back,
and during the journey,
what makes me so sad is that,
i keep thinking about you.
why cannot i just let go physically and mentally?
i passby westwood,
remembering that there was a time,
when i went to your school for my project,
we walked home together,
i forgot what i am mad about,
i walked really fast,
you keep catching up.
when i turn back,
i realised you wasnt behind anymore.
then i felt so sad,
and then sorry,
because your leg aches.
so you couldnt walk anymore, faster.
and i was lost in the neighbourhood.
we thought we have ended there,
and then we almost found each other in jurong point.
i am sorry, but there's no way telling it to you anymore.
good nights my friends.
