"We are proud of you... It's your time now, chase your dream girl! "my friends waved.
I got in the bus and settled down in my seat.
Wore my jacket and waved them back.
I got my favorite window seat. My bus departs and I looked at the dark sky
companying me on the journey.
The dark sky turned cloudy and began to pour blocking my view. Heavy heart began to relieve by pouring it sorrows. How ironic long journey are.. Where it let you understand how further your thoughts wandered around.