I stared at the ceiling. It is already past midnight, but I can’t force myself to sleep. What Ronald said hours ago kept repeating in my mind. The words were uttered hours back, but I can still hear them as if they were released just now. I have been trying to sleep for the past few hours to no avail.
Redeem time. That’s what he said. Can we really do that? You still have time, he said, but do we really have enough? The next question is what will I do? Where will I start? I mean I met her years back. Should I still pretend that I didn’t remember who she was? Will I continue doing this? How should I approach her?
You did this to yourself, William. I scolded myself. Why did I even decide not to give myself a chance? Was I afraid then? I thought that I was doing this for her own good. I m
