The last time we saw each other, it felt like forever. You were there, standing in your plain t-shirt and tattered jeans. You wore your usual just-rolled-out-of-bed hair and your eyes, those eyes, they were like stars twinkling and looking at me. You smiled at me; a smile that could lighten up the whole world. But all of a sudden, it faded. Your mouth formed a purse line, your eyes abruptly turned ice cold. Then you stepped backwards away from me. I started to panic.

"What did I do?" I blurted out.
Or what haven't I done?
You didn't respond though. You just stood there, static. That moment, I thought I lost you. And guess what? I did.

I thought we'd be forever, but when I thought about that moment, it felt like it happened a long time ago.

So, is John Green telling the truth? That some infinities are bigger than other infinities? But in our case, it's smaller than other infinities.
The next day, I told myself I'll get over you. I did, after binge watching and devouring all the ice creams inside our fridge, but after that moment, I was back with the harsh reality: You left me without a reason. You left me. You left. You. Everything in my mind screamed the word: You. And I bet, it never crossed your mind the word: Me.

The next week, I told myself I'm moving on. I haven't thought about you for awhile - well, that's because my friends are there to distract me. It was effective. Every once in a while, I thought about you, everytime I do, it seemed my heart is being squeezed, but I tried to breathe, it was harder than I thought but then it eventually passed.

The next month, I finally said: I'm better. I'm not bitter anymore. When I hear your name, I no longer mentally curse who spoke your name and you. I told myself: You're part of my...