It's been one year.
Since I left my history behind, ending the lie I had always lived.
Since I fell for him for good and have stuck to that.
Since I changed my goal in life to care less about what I will be doing in years to come but rather, to concentrate on living the moment.
But it's funny how some things just come back to haunt like they did then.
I'm contented with what I am and what I have. At peace with everything in life.
I have my fair amount of family love and appreciation, a few really good friends and enough credit in terms of academia and what-so-ever.
But it's unfair to me when that one dream uphevelled all my right senses. Why now?