I was able to buy a rountrip ticket for a cheap price and will push through, if God permits, on July 26 to August 2. That’s a one week trip and looking through my possible expenses, my accommodation will cost me a lot and I hope everything will result to something good.
The real reason I’m going to Coron is that I need to talk to a certain someone. It’s not because I want to fix things with him but because I want to fix things with mine.
And to tell you the truth, I’m scared. I feel like I’m exposing myself to the very thing I’m running away from. I feel like I’m the one inflicting pain and I have no idea how to heal it.
But they said it’s better to know than never at all. So I’m going. No back-up plans. With limited budget. No expectations. I can’t even imagine how things will turn out. I could only pray and hope for the best.
And I’m still scared. No matter how much I try to convince myself that I’ll be fine. I’m really scared. I feel like I’m gonna leave another piece of my heart in those islands. It frightens me to know that I’ll never be able to get it back.