May 5
It’s weird isn’t it? The feeling of rushing to get things done for an event only for it to be over in hours; how could one understand the unease of nothing left to do when all you had worked for in the last couple months is over? A dream that came true only to end like what it originally was, a dream. But, what hell of a dream it was, the enjoyment, the happiness, the tears, everything was real, and no one can ever take that from you, and you know deep down, this dream was worth every once of wait, and you can wait once more for it to happen again