I'm grateful that things seemed to be okay ever since the start of Ramadhan.
I'm not sure whether the good days are in for the long or short run.
To be ready for THAT is something that I'm trying so hard to avoid.
But no matter what, at the end of the day, I'd feel scared.
Scared of the unknown.
Scared of believing that it will be okay.
Scared that the final goal is just a figment of my imagination.
I'm just really scared all these will go away forever.
