Monday, March 14, 2011
Whenever I leave a place, I always dream of coming back. Whenever I look at the photos of these places, I will be reminded of the fond memories there. Whatever that makes up the memories are very much treasured. I may have seen a fair bit to give me different views of things. And most often than not, I want to go back because of the people I met along the way. I miss you guys. You may not know who you are, but I miss you.