Week 1

It’s been a week.

I might seem fine at times but trust me, I’m not. Whenever I think of you, I can’t help but feel sad. I still have dreams of you almost every single day. I guess I still can’t accept the fact we’re walking separate paths now.

I look around my room and I’m constantly reminded of you. Our pictures lie around, the cards you gave me, are all remnants of memories of what we had in the past.

The pain is still lingering.

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