We broke up.
Like 3 days ago.
It seems just like yesterday we had our first eye-contact during my practical year. It was his birthday when my first day commenced and I know I've been telling this story like gazillion times but, it was a pleasure to meet him. He taught me almost everything I needed to know, and not more than anything I always wanted to know.
It's hard to love, and the hardest of it all is to be loved.
You can understand what its meaning, but the construction of the love itself is far away more amazing than you think it is.
I miss him.
My only best friend.
The grand love of my life.
But, it's over.
This time, it definitely is.
The eerie part of it was,
It's over for me.