Sunday, October 06, 2013
In the face of memories, I was defeated.
A different mountain trek, I lost the guy whom would hold my hand and climb the tough routes, hand in hand.
In a hot cosy bathtub every night,I lost the shared moments when we had fun in all the sauna in Japan.
Memories are like monsters. It will continue to hit me.. I need to win this war.
Strength, do I have them?
The irony with me missing home, but wants so much to escape from that place called home. These memories will kill me someday.
The struggle..
12:34 PM