It's been a year.
It's been a year since the black hole opened.
He's in Paris with a couple of his friends, celebrating the first breakup anniversary. A big milestone in his eyes. He never thought he would be happy again. He never thought he could be happy again, but out here in the 'city of love', he felt like he was happy again. He wouldn't have dreamt of it, even in his wildest dreams. He thought that the world would never be the same without her. And in fact, it turns out he was right. The break up had a lot of impact on his life and how he looked at the world. Both negative and positive. But he dealt with it. He had a lot of obstacles to face, but within the year, he faced a lot of them and kept going.
If you had told him a year ago that he would be alright without her, he wouldn't have believed you for the world. Even if you had taken him to the future, he wouldn't have believed it.
But right now, exactly a year later, he was alright. He still kept a countdown though, because who or what else would tell him how many months, days and minutes it had been since they broke up?
So he and his friends made their way through the streets of Paris.
Was he really okay? Was he really okay, if he needed to celebrate the day they broke up? Was he really okay, if he was keeping a countdown? Was he really okay, if he had a constant reminder of the breakup? That, if he looked at his phone, he could exactly tell you how long it has been?
He was still not okay.
The reminder of the breakup was a constant in his life. Can you read this and think he was okay?
But for him, it felt like he made it. He was doing better, mentally. He was facing what he needed to face, overcoming what he needed to overcome. And to be honest with you, he did a really good job.
Maybe for some of his friends this was silly, because what on Earth is special about a girl breaking up with a boy? What is special about one simple breakup? A breakup that was so unimportant, that it didn't even reach the papers? But he, he knew how important it was. Without it, he wouldn't have got so far.
Now, it's another countdown. A countdown to the 26th of April 2020. A countdown, he doesn't even have anymore. And I, the writer of this story, am incredibly proud of him. Proud of how far he's gotten. Proud of the human being I see almost every day. Proud of how well he's doing. There's another thing I am.
Grateful.
Grateful that I'm able to be a part of his life. Grateful, that I'm still able to be his friend. Grateful to destiny, that his time hasn't come yet. Grateful that I stood, and always will stand, beside him.
And remember; when you can't look on the bright side, I will sit with you in the dark.
