To be honest, I am very anticipating a change in my life.
And that change will come when I move on, to somewhere else, meet new people. In this case, to the University, where everything is just waiting for me. And for me, to be there.
College had been great, the ups and downs all together. The fun I've had, the tears I've cried.
Now I'm on the way to another stage, climbing up the ladder, socially or education-wise, knowing that it brings me to a higher place unless I choose to step down.
I've learnt that no matter how much I wished I could turn back time, to change situations that I regretted or not contented with, while putting my best efforts but not changing a thing, is the time where I should prepare to take my bags and leave. I should, but sometimes I don't. The conscience of “sincerity wins hearts” pulls me back into sticky situations. It's not totally a bad thing because in certain cases it does work. But you will know when enough is enough.
Was it my heart or was it my ass too heavy to move on?
Maybe I have to learn to be a bitch sometimes, whenever it's appropriate.
I am 20 this year. Things that happened when I was 19, is history.
Memories should remain memories. Not to be confused with the reality of the present. What is here and now, is what's more imporant.
But still, I'll bring my memories wherever I go, I will not forget because I had immensely loved everything that was before me. And still do.
To you whom I do not know yet,
I may meet you this time, the you that would be one of the most important events in my life.
I have always loved you. But you don't know that. At least not yet.
The heart that was broken, heals in time, because I choose to live now, not the past.
All of these, just one more month.