A sudden urge to read through these old entries of mine, a glance of the old me.

A sense of bitter and sweet, an experience of going back to the past.

I did a great job to present myself as naive as you could imagine...naive, yet sincere.

My true colour has not faded, it remains that even the old me stood in front of me now, I'd say her mind was in mine.

The only difference? The time.

I've gone through those ups and downs already...time has brought them away.

It is me that is left. The one that you may know. The one that is still growing, still learning.

I'm one of the kind. The one. The only one. And for this, thank you Lord.