Rasah Bali

Love, as it turns out, is not always a great story; sometimes it's just a mistake in the route. When you think you're choosing the right path, and then suddenly you realise: you've taken a wrong turn, and now you're backtracking, following the same footsteps, but barefoot. Something old, awkward, but honest aches in your chest - regret with a hint of a belated ‘I'm sorry.’ You still want to turn back time to stand side by side again, like before, without unspoken words and strangers' names between you. Just to be ‘us’ again, even if only for one day - like that evening when everything seemed eternal.