I can’t help but feel sort of empty inside. He’s been out of my life for at least two years now. To this day I still miss him. I frequently start talking to other people and try to distract myself from all the memories and thoughts.
But at the end of day I always end up thinking of how he made me feel and how happy we were. I still can’t find anyone to make me as happy as he did. Some part of me thinks he will always impact my life.
I hope he’s happy doing whatever he’s doing, where ever he might be, and I hope he’s safe.