It would be a lie if I would going to say that I am not disappointed about missing out on the book signing.
However, I was also surprised that I was disheartened by it. Before I knew it, an exasperated sigh already escaped my lips
There was no way for me to tell how much I liked this author, let alone say, I am inclined in reading considering I lost my memory about it and practically about every else as well.
But from how it seemed to me, my body was reacting on its own.
Perhaps, even though my mind could not remember how a big fan I used to be, my heart never forget my fondness for her books
I guess this was but a wasted trip.
I could not help but thought to myself as I made my way back home.
I took the same route that I used going to the bookstore. However, this time, something felt different. I feel strange.