maybe i was afraid. maybe i was running away.

till now, i dare not open the folder with all our photographs.

a part of me want to look at it and reminisce. a part of me is afraid i will break down.

i thought i was strong. maybe i wasn't.

i was lost.

i thought it was a blinding light obscuring my vision. now i realised, it was the guiding light in my dark world.

finally, i realised i don't live in a perfect world. and i shan't expect for perfection. i ain't perfect to start with, nowhere near it.

maybe that's why i always choose to hide.