Here am I again. At the place where all of it started. The only difference is that I live it without you. I have so much fun, but at the end of the day, I just catch me thinking how much I would want the adequate. Us. Together. Here. But apart from adequate it is also impossible. I have a great life right now. I am so glad that I managed to spend my time beautifully without you, no matter how much pain I am in, deep inside. I can finally think about us and our memories and talk about them, while smiling spontaneously. That is beautiful. That is love. Mine for you. I did not want to accept that at first. But now I do not have any choice. You can realize that you love someone when you can smile on thinking about them spontaneously as fuck, while feeling like crying and heartbroken inside because of their absence on your life.
You can realize that someone is special and irreplaceable when everyone else is just not enough, no matter how beautifully they look like and how good they treat you. I once found you, and now no one else can fit me.
