Looking through some of the photos taken in the past few months made me miss those times so much. All the holidaying with good friends, taking silly photos, having a blast no matter where we went... Where did those times go to? I miss the holidays, the travelling, the feeling that we had all the time in the world to enjoy each other's company and to do whatever we wanted.
Suddenly I dread the passage of time, because it means that as time passes, we forget. I also worry that if we don't catch ourselves, we will get lost in the mundaneness of day to day life.
I feel uneasy.