Approaching?

My Bus is on route, so is someday. Smiling and frowning at the same time, I am sitting in my sleeper seat as the AC duct above is a bit broken and my legs are getting cold.
I am on route to return to office as well as to make the approach. I spent a good amount of (what would've been) my nap time thinking about questions I would answer. However, I could not think more than a few questions I would like to ask. 
I don't know what the reaction or the response would be, or what would be the followup questions, but I know one thing; I have to keep this legit from the get go. Without legitimacy,  approaching is meaningless.
The thinking made me realize more about what I actually want, what I was losing by not trying to extend wfh.
I know I have been selfish the good part of my life, always giving my ideas the zenith position, but I figured out one important factor to understand what do you love the most. 
So, what do you love the most?
What you cannot bear to let go of, or forget.

Worst case?

I had too much banked on the event it seems. More than I knew myself. I was waiting for it the whole week but when I came to it I froze, cou...