The Pass

Counting down to one last night in Singapore.....

I wonder how it'd be like, early in the morning, on the day of departure. In the past, whenever I went pass the departure hall, all I see is a mixture of emotions just before the gate. The gate that separates people physically. I wonder how it'd be like for mine.

Every time before I travel overseas, there is this habit of mine to ensure that those people close to me acknowledge my next move. I'll get all sentimental and will sound like I'm delivering my last words. To the extent that, some times, I feel I treasure every thing too much. I treasure every thing/day like it's my last.

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Ease me