The Crystal Mosque of Kuala Terengganu. This is my second visit here, the first being on April 11, 2015.
How time really flies.
How time really flies.
I arrived from the east coast late night yesterday.
Heavy windstorm greeted me while I was in Grik, and it chased me all the way to Kulim and Penang.
Maybe the dark clouds were never tired of crowning over my head.
As if, they were enjoying chasing me ever since.
Even when I kept running, they never failed to locate me.
It was a weird four-day hiatus in Kuala Terengganu.
I was very happy there...with my friends, basking in the sunlight of the east coast, moving here and there looking for tasty food, watching people all around.
Laughing together.
But it was the person that I wanted to meet the most that ripped my heart apart.
I knew she was there...but with no news, a cut off communication, and a bizarre silence, I couldn’t comprehend her real intention behind her course of action.
Curiosity kills the cat.
Un-explanation kills me.
A hurtful explanation is always better than a complete silence.
That’s why I always left people in black or white...not grey.
At least...to the people who I cared the most.
It was literally the end of a chapter for me.
Was it a failure?
Yes but no.
Was it a success?
No but yes.
I can’t answer that question specifically...because the answer depends.
It depends on how you define “success” or “failure”.
But deep inside, I know I’ve done all that I could.
So in the future, when my older self questions me,
“It could have been...”
I could reply to him,
“It was never a could have been...I did all I could”
I still have friends in Penang...but the one friend that I lost over the east coast, was the most definitive.
She may have gone, but the memories will remain.
