This is the fourteenth month of us not being together anymore. Fourteen months and not a day spent in throwing you out of my mind. Fourteen months and not a moment spent in not feeling your presence around me. Fourteen months and your cologne never leaves my olfactory space. It is like a leech on my skin, feeding on my blood, quenching its thirst. My nerves unravel, my fingertips tingle, my insides tear apart. I'm silent though. I give my decisions a second thought, sometimes I question myself for letting you go.

Every moment feels like my naked body being thrown on an ice slab, and a million cold needles being pushed into my body, one by one. The...