I remember staying up late to write, furiously capturing memories while they are fresh. One day, I hoped, it could help me understand youth better. I remember staying up also because I wanted to listen to that song one more time. I remember believing in fate and “everything happens for a reason”. I remember hardly believing he was actually flirting with me. I remember knowing it was doomed before it even started and still trying to go as far as I could. I was never one to leave stones unturned. I am reminded that I’m now somewhere similar. Things will get better. I will trust again some day. Maybe even faith. I just have to write my way through it. Another album or an anthology perhaps.