It’s been a long time since I came back here. Almost forgot how I love my space.
After I moved out of my own place and move into my bf’s, I think a part in me fell off track.
In the physical space that doesn’t really belong to me, and too difficult to be changed to represent me,
I gave up insisting on my own space. And everything else doesn’t seem to matter any more.
I guess it’s better to forget than to remember.
I was talking to a friend recently.
Funny how people grow to lose their ability to forget though.
Children forget easily. So they forgive easily.
Nothing leaves major consequences to remind them afterwards either.
Not like adults.
That’s why children are happier, most of the times.
If only we learn to forgive as easy as we learn to remember.
Nikisha 