i miss the old times...

i guess... just now, im cleaning up my stuff, ready to went back home... and somehow i found something... the old box that contain all of the story of my fist love.. in a long time, i put hatred inside me.. but now.... i just want to let it go. hate doesnt cure the pain?blame doesnt heal the hurt. i have a sweet memories of him, and i will treasure those memories of him. but now, things are getting better. i hope that he finally found the one.. but me? i guess the one is still further away to be find. i dont know.. what the history of my first love story taught me is, SCREW ALL THE LOVE, FOCUS ON MY STUDY< MY careeR... hell ya i will be succesful. InshaAllah..