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Monday, July 07, 2014
Goodbye and hello.



I think the worse thing about missing someone/somewhere is being there next to them/it and still missing them/it. It's the realization of knowing that everything will have a fullstop to it. Meetings end, you go home to a lonely place. It's not that I don't cherish the moment, in fact I do. I want it to never end but cherishing never seems to be enough, it doesn't rid of the wistfulness at the end of the day.

They say to create better memories, but those memories are perfect to me. For example, last christmas. I remember how I felt sitting on the chair and laughing along with everyone. It was a lovely feeling; a feeling I never want to forget. If I could keep it locked away forever in my memories, I will. I really do hope I never forget the fun and warmth I felt. I still sit and reminisce sometimes, knowing I can never have it back again.



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