It's a strange and bizarre concoction of emotions I'm feeling right now.

Almost deranged, yet there's still this slight consciousness and objectivity left in me.

Perhaps it just means I can't feel what I'm supposed to feel now. But trust me, whatever you're feeling now, sorrow or despondency, I'm feeling the same. I want to feel the same, so that I can be with you, physically or mentally.

It's insane. But I think I'm still going ahead with it. Because you said we shouldn't live in regrets.