Questions are inevitable. They make up our world.
For some time now, I've been having this question on my mind:
A batter of positive and negative thoughts was eating me up from the inside as to what'll really happen when we meet. What does life have in store for us.
The time has now come to finally face that question. I'm at the airport now, with my fiancée, waiting for our flight. Flight to our destiny.
Uncertain about the future but definitely valiant to face whatever might be the answer.
Wish me luck.