It's been a year since the trip. If we would be in 2019, tomorrow would be the day I'm going home. A year ago this day was the best and the saddest year of my existence. And now here I am, a year older, a year smarter, but I'm still dumb enough to believe the impossible.
I am in the same street again. I'm running from hotel to hotel, searching for him. When I arrive to the end of it, I turn around and start my way back. I'm running into the same hotels. I'm still looking for him. Then the next I remember is that I am inside of our hotel and I'm working as a waitress. I'm setting my table and memories come back. I look at your table (which is right near mine). I remember how I looked there when you were sitting there, eating your dinner with your family. I start to cry while I set your table. One of the other waiters hears me. He comes to me and asks if I'm okay. We go inside of the kitchen. He sits me down in a chair and sits down in front of me.
- A year ago this year, a guy was sitting at the table I was setting with his family. What was his name? - I ask.
The waiter looks at me. He opens his mouth to answer.
And then I wake up crying.
It's the 7th of July, half past 2 am. I'm lying in my bed. Tears are going down my face, I feel it's getting wet. I remember everything from last year. I remember every little detail. I remember how you held my hand and led me to the sea in the dark. It still feels like it's unreal.
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It's been a year
Non-FictionIt's been a year since I last saw you. It's been a year since I last heard your voice. It's been a year since my heart broke. I know it was real. I remember every detail. I remember how you held my hand and led me to the sea in the dark. It was my l...
