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    Remnants of Love

    Nostalgia washed over me. The sensation was so great that I felt crying as I went from one temple to another. The place was emitting enchanting and romantic aura and love bug bite me without warning. My memories and imagination were suddenly filled of him. One moment I can hear our laughter echoed as we played hide and seek in the maize of Angkor ruins, next, I found ourselves cuddling in a secret corner, content with its eerie silence. Then, off we would ride our bike together in the wide pave road, along giant trees with cool breeze kissing our cheeks. Ours was a beautiful story, how could we lose it?
    Seeing the Angkor ruins in Cambodia provided the answer. I got mix emotions listening to the guide as he tells the long history of how it became of what it is today. It was similar to a healing process, only shortcut. I closed my eyes, travelled back to 9th century, and pictured it during its glory days. First, I was amazed and in denial of the ingenuity of the people who built the impressive architecture and landscape, then, sadness with the realization that these could be work of slaver y, then hatred for the greed that resulted to and caused the ultimate destruction of the temples. And then hope as these temples were built in reverence of their love and faith.
    Angkor is a reminder of the fragility of life, of love. The magnificently beautiful remnants are reminders for me to always respect, value relationships and people.
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