It’s been a year. I remember the two first months felt like forever. I thought I would be OK in a year. It wasn’t back then, it felt like a never ending pain. But the reasonable me kept on saying “Hold on, just hold on. I will be okay, it will end one day and it will go faster than you expect. It just doesn’t feel like that right now. But I know it will.”
I honestly thought a few months would be more than enough to… I don’t even know to what. To move on, to stop hurting, to stop loving. Perhaps even to forget?
But I haven’t. I haven’t stopped hurting. I haven’t really moved on. And I have definitely not forgotten.
So now I don’t know what I should tell myself anymore.
I guess people who say that you’ll never forget your love are actually telling the truth.