3 weeks ago, I quoted that life goes on. 

2 weeks ago, I wanted to go back to my old life. #homesick

last week, I went home; but not back to my old life. 

I have accepted my past, embrace my present and anticipate a better tomorrow. I have ambitions; I have dreams; I have an optimism that I forgot could exist in me. 

Then, that phone call came. My twisted past in front of my eyes, all over again. Except this time, I was the person on the other side. I wasn’t crying the tears. I wasn’t the one wishing I had one more chance. I wasn’t the one burdened with regret. 

Something in me has changed. I really have moved on. 

But sometimes, when you tell someone you’re never going to forget them and that you’ll be there no matter what, no matter the time difference, no matter the distance - you really do mean it. 

Confession: I love you, but I love me more.