Raining. As it always is in this city.

And it’s almost a year since I started living in this city. As time goes by, I know it will eventually come to an end. But to be honest, I don’t know whether I want it to end, or not.

Choice is what makes us different, but making choices and facing the consequences of our choices is an entirely different thing. And even when the choices are clear, it sometimes are tough as hell.

I’ve finally made up my mind.

And perhaps, tomorrow will not be raining.

Perhaps.