In haste, you make a mistake, an unweighed decision, choosing to believe that fate has finally delivered what everyone else seemed to be getting.

Then you make another mistake to justify the first, because foolishness doesn't quite reveal itself until you've taken too many wrong turns. And so you continue in a downward spiral of mistake after mistake, causing to forget what was right in the first place.

Remember when a year ago, you met him and fell helplessly in love and packed your bags to move to a foreign land, all within the span of a month? That was the impetuousness of youth epitomized.

One year on, you like to think that time had wizened you, and perhaps it is not too late to make the right decision this time round. Everyone gets a second chance.

A delayed decision is pain prolonged, and maybe you will just have to bite the bullet and stop the train now.

Labels: confession, love, narration, tokyo

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