Jan 23, 2014 0344 hrs
All glory is fleeting. Theres nothing permanent and absolut. Whats meant to start, will start. That will pass or fade away. Whats end, will be.
It always feels good realizing the "been there."
Theres always a little something on goodbyes which eventually lead to a start. Phase of new anticipations, expectations. The elevation.
To my dearest Irsyad and his patience.
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