I thought I would look forward to it. But I was filled with apprehension. At the end of the day, I realise, I wasn't as happy as I expected myself to be.
Is it because as time passes, memories fade and everything once beautiful does not bask in the same radiance anymore? Zech told me feelings are feelings; feelings will go away. I guess, I'm there already. With so much hurt and rejection, how can the same good feelings still reside in my heart?
I walk on now, half-heartedly, as if I've been immune to betrayal and lies. But I see a brighter light at the end of the path my feet is on.