My Favorite Stranger

It's been 14 days. Exactly 2 weeks since Mirasol Beth Escosio decided to remove her favorite person from her life.

On exactly December 22, she had enough and sent one last parting message to the boy she had once thought would forever be in her life.

It seemed right at the time. She knows it still is.

She knows that she shouldn't love the person who has caused her so much pain, but it's hard to forget someone like Hanz Jeremy Lacson.

He knew a part of her she never showed anyone else. Would forgetting him mean leaving that version of her behind?

Forgetting someone like that would be like forgetting how to be human, because - for a time - he was the person that reminded her it was okay to be human.

But now, that same person seems like a stranger. As if the words they used to stay up late promising each other were never uttered at all.

It's painful, loving a stranger.

It's a different kind of pain when your favorite person becomes someone you can't recognize anymore.

Prompt Used: 29# You will meet many people in your life. Many will come and go, but some will leave footprints on your heart.