As I drove to the places we used to go to, a lot of the hurt and the pain went back. Driving with tears in my eyes has been a daily fare. It has been a habit for the past week. It was my only way to try and seek comfort from what I am feeling inside – still devastated and in denial that it is all over.
There were a lot of beautiful and not-so-beautiful things that happened in the places I went to tonight. They all came back. It was not a good feeling, not even cathartic. I can only wish that that time will come when I will go back to these places and would not feel regret and pain anymore. They are beautiful memories. They will always be.
How I wish there would still be another opportunity for us to talk. Another opportunity to feel the pain. And maybe the opportunity for me will open to heal at the soonest time.