Quaking rocks

I was never there, but he typed,
'How I wish you could come back here.'
I read the line again and again trying hard
Not to reply... At least not to go on conversing
About it... A different turn of subjects.
Studies, assignments and work.
But he got back to it again.
It was not about the fervent words
Not about the sighs and aches,
But a reflection of myself that had faded away.
That I had destroyed and never wanted to see again.
He would not hesitate to speak
He would not rest till memories were revived.
Till I cried...
Till I had another restless night.

Memories... taking some and leaving behind some

I'm amazed at how the three weeks in Melbourne flew by. Tomorrow I'll be leaving to Sydney, with my three friends who'll remain with me for another 8 weeks. Today I'm leving behind 12 of my classmates who had somehow created a special place in my heart within a very short period of time.
I'm truly blessed to have met these beautiful people who gave me a family feeling during my stay in a foreign country. We all shared a common factor of being strangers in an unknown land and supported each other through the ups and downs of our theory classes.
Looking back one last time, at the classroom which gave me mostly happy moments to fondle, I walk ahead towards a nameless future. Counting on Jesus who gave me all I have and leads me on.