21 February, 2017

I still can’t believe that you’re gone. It’s been more than a week since the day and somehow I still wake up every day hoping that today will be the day you talk to me. The absence of you hurts me in places i didn’t even knew i had, let alone that they could hurt. I told xx about you a few days ago. I also told her that somedays i can barely keep myself together and force myself not to call you. She said that i could call her whenever i feel like calling you. But it’s not the same, we all know. Nothing is the same anyway since that day. I wonder if this feeling – me waiting for you – will ever go away. I just can’t believe that you’re gone. Gone gone. 

I think you took a piece of me when you left, 

x