Morning tears and drizzly goodbyes
I am not good with goodbyes. All sorts - goodbye to a friend, a place, a memory, a lover, a moment or a holiday. Probably it has alot to do with letting go, I do like to hold on to things that are important or makes me happy. And it never gets easier even as you get older. I spent many insomaniac nights thinking and reliving the days gone by - the friends that I used to have and known in school, the silly things that happened here and there, some random childhood memories (I drove back once to the neighbourhood that I grew up at, it just wasn't the same anymore), an ex boyfriend (whom I've been thinking about alot lately, I might have to do some PI work to find if he's still around, or even alive), people I used to work with, the good times and all. This morning, I woke up before the sound of the alarm to find that the sky wept as I did a final round of packing. Need not to say I hardly slept much that night, it was after all an end to a glorious week of holiday that star...