Ghosts.....

Nostalgia hit me like ton of bricks.
Every detail.
Every sight.

Has it really been only less than a year since I left this place?
It feels like a lifetime.


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I haven't let any good memories of him in.
I don't want to.
The love has died, and nothing can revive it.
So what's the sense in self-indulgent melancholy?
No... I'd much rather move on in happiness and life.



So as the van turned into Muak Lek...
... passed by Australian Village...
... swerved into Mission College...
...with each memory that threatened to surface - good or bad...

I stared it in the eye, and said a firm goodbye.