One Year

It's been one year since we started talking again. Since he signed my yearbook:

It's kind of insane how much can change in one year. How many memories can be made and how many tears can be shed. Part of me smiles at the memories while the other part of me wants to curl up and cry. A couple of months ago I would have told you I was over him, but as the one year mark approached I realized I wasn't over him. Not even close.

It's hard for me to imagine not having him around this summer. It's hard to think about the adventures we had last year and not being able to have those same adventures this year. I've spent a year hoping that what I had with him was going to eventually come back, when deep down, I knew it never would.

What he wrote in my yearbook this year proved that everything had changed.

I often ask myself if I miss him or the feeling I had when I was with him? Truth is, I liked who I was when I was with him.

 

Maybe, one of these days I'll be able to see him and feel nothing. One can only hope.