terça-feira, agosto 23

Day 118.

Today I was on the bus and I was almost pressing the STOP button, when I realized that wasn't my exit. Not at all. I was so conviced that I had to leave that I actually thought to myself: What are you doing? You should already be standing up!
I looked around and it was that place. The place where I... where we... This is crazy, right? Because it doesn't make any sense... I'm not there anymore and neither are you, so why did this happen?
This hasn't been easy. It has been months and I... I miss you so much. I wished you knew how your absence has affected my life. But I guess you'll never know that.
You left a hole, when you left. 

sábado, agosto 20

Day 115.

I'm still in love with you.