There is someone I miss so much. So much that I am afraid to see that person. And I might never get a chance anymore when time slips pass. (And it's definitely nothim.) Staying up late at night does things to you. It's 2a.m. in the morning and I have not done my intended studying, when the realization of how time flies on wings faster than a bullet train hit me. And I don't know what to do. (As always.) And as usual, I have not learnt how to cherish the things/people around me until I realise they are gone, and by then it is too late.