Was re-reading The Travellers' home, the writer's memories, something I wrote during this holiday. Cos Zen was saying this story is nice. Suddenly felt like doing what I did that day all over again. Though without the- you, everything is going to be different, I thought, maybe I would be nearer to you if I would to do it all over again. But, I also missed cycling too.  So its not always about you. So its not all about you either.  Though, I admit, Doc Tan is right. I missed you. He just had one word for me. Move on. I wonder if nothing ever started, where should I move on from. Move to?
 
Going to bed but I know I am still thinking about...