It's safe to say I daydream alot.

I would wake up at 5a.m. and just let the smell of breakfast rest linger under my nose.
Open my groggy eyes and feel contented that I'm not going to be late for school.
Eat my breakfast, not knowing what I'm digesting but feeling the prescence of people around me.
Just feeling safe.
Feeling secure.
Feeling loved.

Carry my school bag, wear my socks and shoes and look over my shoulder to see a person waiting for me to say goodbye to. I really miss that person.

I had those days. Good old days.
"You don't know what you've got till it's gone." It's so true that it's ironic to me. I still remembered the days when I complained and never rejoiced. The days when I felt like I've had so much more to do outside. I'm missing those days.
I can't say I want to go back. It'll only hurt me even more. It's just hard to take a firm step forward with that raw guilt gnawing up your gut. That step is one I'll have to take, no matter how tough the decisions may be.

Right now, there's no a word exchanged in this confined room of mine. It's much bigger than my previous room but it's void of homeliness. It's void of all the emotions a normal 16 year old girl should have. But I'm not normal, am I?

I want to leave Singapore asap. But my sister wants me to finish up my A-Levels here. I just wish this three years would pass by in a flash. Everywhere I go, there'll be some memories of you. The you that's not coming back to me anymore. It's just hard to say goodbye.

♥undefined. 10:04 pm