Will I see u again?

At this age, I don’t have many close friends.

So when a friend repeatedly ask me when will I return and want to meet for coffee sesh, it’s like dejavu.

Scary.

This is like how my brother repeatedly ask when will I return home, and I kept on delaying due to ‘work commitment’ and the next time I return, he’s already in a better place.

And till today, I still regret everything. People said it’s fate, but part of me still can’t accept it.

I hope I’ll be able to meet my friend soon.