While packing up my things i broke down in tears. After 2 days of feeling nearly nothing, it hits me eventually.
I know that i don't want to leave, but i have to go.
God, I want to settle down. I'm overwhelmed by this sudden burst of sorrow when it was once so empty.
Was she right about it?
That I'll never forget. That i haven't forgiven them.
It's been a year, and still feels like yesterday when i woke up and found myself in the most darkest moment by the edge of 22.
How many times should i move out just to get away from this heavy burden?
I wish everything goes slower. Just how the wave gently touches my skin as i float on the sea.
Kind of funny how they told me it's all part of growing old, as if I'm blind.
Next month I'll be turning 24, and it still hurts. Maybe she was right. I'll never forget. And i don't know if i will ever forgive.
-num
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