I woke up early realizing that my eyes are wet from tears. Emotions are running down to my spine. All the memories are flashing back. Then it hit me. I am back to my old life. Back to the things that I normally do. I started to cry again. They are gone. Will I see them again? If they come back, will they remember me? For the past 24 days, I’ve been stuck into a place with people that I didn’t thought of being close with. We had the same routine everyday. We had the same food to eat everyday and we had one task to finish everyday. In a short span of time I realized what hard work means. What camaraderie means. What patience means. What love means. What promise means.
It will take time for me to move on I guess but I am not complaining because all the memories that I got from my short stay there are worth keeping for. New set of friends. New set of experience. I hope, I wish, I’d love to do it all over again but this time I’m going to give my all to make it more memorable. I will miss them. Til we all meet again. :)
