Just when you thought you were over it..
Never in my life that I thought I will be writing again on this page. A page which I've sworn to myself that I will never put a single letter on it for the sake of somebody that used to matter the most for me. But here I am again breaking the swear that I made. Why? I'm asking that same question all over again and again and again. It's weird that you thought everything is already in the past and you thought you got through it quite well. Then comes the irony. The trigger. The bomb drop. The realisation on your subconscious that "the thing" will always be there and its not going away, possibly for life. All of a sudden the feelings that you thought you've thrown away for the sake of moving on, comes back pouring down on your soul. And that moment of time, you got the feeling that you do not even recognised what is it. Is it happy? Is it sad? Is it excitement? Is it depression? It is disappointment? There's no way to make sure of it. All that you can
