Time flies. It's almost been 3 months since I said goodbye see ya later to you and there hasn’t been a day I haven’t thought about it since. I still sometimes go check the flights, I still check the stupid snapchat map and browse the streets, I look at the photos hung on my wall every single day wishing I got at least a few more days, weeks, months, years. I don’t think I've ever felt like this before. I know heartbreak, I know what it feels like to feel helpless, I've been so sad that I didn't even know if I'm physically capable of feeling happy ever again. And this is the most delicate mix of all these, specifically blended just for me and this reality I'm living now. This is my story, nobody else's, and I love it and hate it at the same time. In fact, I loved and hated you too, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. It was not all sunshine and unicorns, it was literally pissing rain most of the time, but the rainbows and rare glimpses of the sun were so w...
