I was not the travelling type.
I'd rather stay at home, in my bedroom, with my writing stuff and music when I'm alone. Not that I didn't wanna see other places, I did. It's just that I didn't wanna travel on my own. I didn't think I could. I was weak when it comes to geographical stuff, still am. I'm the opposite of streetwise and am afraid people would take advantage. Plus the fact that I don't like seeing a lot of people, I don't normally socialize. Yea, you can call me an introvert.
But this break-up had taken a lot from me and I had to do something. And I thought moving out, physically, from the place where there was "you and me" might be a good start. So I did.
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After 'us'
Short StoryWhen we love, we tend to give everything for the relationship. We exert our time and invest on emotions - giving 'all of us' in the process. So we won't have any regrets and the relationship would lasts for long. But as the saying goes, good things...
