My time halts, shrinks and stretches simultaneously when she’s not near. I wonder when will it end? But when the time isn’t fixed, an eternity seems bearable. Now my only problem is to survive the agony I’m feeling. I miss her so very much until a single second ticks, it slices a big portion of my life. When will she comes back isn’t the right question to ask; how could she do this to me sounds like a good start to ask around.

So I begin my journey to my past. Reenacting every situation happened between us. Days change into weeks and I fail to find a single reason why. In that decaying memories, none of the fights matter. I fall in love all over again with her.

I just wish I could share what I’m feeling with her instead of let it slowly evaporates into nothingness. I wonder what she’s doing right now. But without a single way to reach her i’m addressing my wondering thoughts to the star as I lay on my rooftop. This routine happens everyday until I become too fond to think of her while staring at the stars without having a plan. I should’ve had, but I forgot how to start.

She was the center of my universe. And now that I’ve lost her, I am floating towards nothingness. Scary and fascinating at the same time. I wonder how will I survive this event with a few left in me. Perhaps I could never come back alive. Oh that would be fine. I have no plan of surviving the crash when she pulls me into her gravity after all. I fall too deep in love with a universe too big for me.