Sometimes the nearest destination seems to be the longest journey. When we thought we could reach to a point where life seemed perfect, it shatters... At times I wish I could just stop at a juncture, decide the road where the best is ahead of me, and move on from there.
All the hopes that i wished for...
Yet I'm still the same person. Maybe I have tried to change. Or maybe, the worse part, I refuse to change at all!! I follow my heart as often as i want to.... and be it the reason that life is what as it it now, how intentionally or without realising react towards it.
I'm sorry that things do not work out. I'm sorry that I didn't try hard enough. I'm sorry at times I still look back and collect the pieces we left.
Pray for my well being....and from afar I always do so for you. Depart.
