Here I am, sitting at the very corner of Nguyen Hue, looking over the empty street after a heavy rain and listening to a Melua hit.

Looking back, I have not done many things that are close to crazy. I didn't run a marathon to train my spirit. I didn't jump out of the window to follow my passion. I didn't hop on a bus to travel to a destination unknown. All I did was moving here, loving you... and parting away...

Twenty-f**king-five. It's not like high school or college any more, it's not the time when you can make mistakes, take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere. At this point, you are expected to mature your career path, marry the right guy, and become a grown-up. And grown-ups do not do things that are close to crazy, and do not do things like I did.

So maybe, maybe it's time for me to go back to normality. Work a 9-5 job. Love a conventional love. Marry a stable, clean-profiled guy. That way, I won't have to guess or question if I am doing the right thing. I just know for sure...or don't I?