Flattered to deceive, yet again.

Deja Vu all over again?

I've been here before. Or so it seems. Another opportunity at risk of slipping away, yet again. Circa high school, circa semester 1.

At times I feel like I've completely lost it. Lost the plot. Everything doesn't seem to work out the way I planned because when the moment arrives, that little bit of courage deserts me. Just disappeared. Poof!

The dreams returned again this week. I suppose sub-consciously, a part of me can't let go. A part of me remains nostalgic. A part of me won't want to adapt to someone new. A part of me, says "Get me the same".

Which in reality, is likely to never happen.

I gotta learn to accept that.