A year ago today I came back from my trip to the United States. It was both the happiest and saddest time of my life. I recall coming back to my apartment from the airport; it felt so empty and I felt so unfulfilled.
A year later I got a whiff of that feeling again. It must be because its winter around here. It always makes me nostalgic.

How I hate winter.

Sometimes you would prefer not to be reminded of things in your daily life, but fate has other plans if you believe in such a thing. True that some things tend to stand out more if they are relevant to you, but this is bordering on more than just coincidence. I wouldn't even be looking out for such things and something would suddenly pop up right in front of me.

Sometimes I wish I could just wipe my memory.