I took the opportunity that I was away from my desk to look around. It is just fascinating. How unique and different each of them were. There are cubicles that were ostentatious, there were some that were gaudy, some were warm and cozy but there are also others which looked like a normal regular office cubicle.
All of these made me smile. I used to dream of becoming a writer when I was younger. I even tried joining an international writing contest. I told Ashton about it and asked him to read what I wrote but after a few sentences, he said that it was no good. That I was better of tending our home rather than writing. It hurt me but at least I heard an honest opinion from someone who is much better than me.
I mentally shrugged off the memories that were resurfacing. I don't need to think of those times anymore. I guess thinking about him had become a habit. He has been my world before and nothing mattered but him.
