Honey moon

Saturday and Monday were two mind blowing days.
The connection was undeniable, the ideas conveyed, rebutted, fixed, the passion we had will always stay.
It's just like your old highschool best friend, you invite him to your holiday with your lover. Except, instead of spending time with your lover who cannot stop gambling at the nearby casino, you're forced to spend time with your old best friend.
Only then you realise how wonderful he really is.
Awesome, freaking awesome.
Then when this little holiday comes to an end, you realise you're married to the wrong guy but you can't do anything about it.
The wedding cost a thousands and the betrayal is unimaginable.

It'll come to an end tomorrow. I feel quite sad.
But this is suppose to train us for working life, even though this subject is not needed for uni admission.
Really, You should see my GP presentation Group work.