At one point of time,I truly miss her and that I wanna meet her.
Worse,saw her recent photo somewhere that made me teared.
I'm grateful having her partly bringing me up.
The very day,reuniting.With her welled up eyes,tightly hugged me a clear indication that she felt the very same way as I did.Well I'm overwhelmed to see her,still strong just the way I last saw her years back.In fact I'm actually nervous,anxious,excited..mixed feelings.
Right after i stepped out,I was relieved.
But I came to a conclusion that somethings can never be change and some can never be amend.
The past is always the past.
