The time now is 3am. I'm stealing some time out to lament, to complain, and most importantly, to angst about the difficulty in packing my things.
It is time, time to say goodbye. There are so much to be said, yet everytime I meet them face to face, everything just gets stuck in my throat, and I'll resume my normal conversation with my normal tone. Those sentimental and emo words just fail to escape my mouth, no matter how hard I try.
Or, perhaps I don't really try it at all. I always tell others that getting acquainted doesn't mean being separated in the end, but being separated for the time being may bring us together again in future. Sounds pretty optimistic, pretty consoling, pretty 'IVY' isn't it? But as much as I'd like to tell others so that they don't take this separation too hard, I'd like to psycho myself this way too. I guess most of the time, it's always easier said than done.
Starting from tomorrow, all of us are going to continue our life journey by ourselves for days to come. And after that, we'll get acquainted with different people again and journey our lives with them. When that happens, most of us will not be continuing our life journeys with those who have journey together so far, because we'll be parting ways. When, now, will our paths cross again, so that we can once again, sail the life ocean together?
I really, truly, deeply, wish to express my reluctance to bid goodbyes in the most sentimental words of all, but I just can't. For I know if I do, most likely I'll break down like a broken dam even before I finish my sentimental speech.
I really love you guys. You guys have been great artists who coloured my life beautifully for these two years. Now we've reached the end of our voyage together, so I sincerely wish you guys a very good luck in your next journey, and all the very best, and most importantly, may all of you be able to find for yourselves, the true meaning of happiness in life.
As for now, I shall stress myself with all the stuffs I need to pack inside my luggage bag.
