365.

25.11.14

365th day: it's been a year.

Just like that 1 year has passed.
Much is different, but some things are still the same. I've stopped thinking about the maybe's, the what if's and the perhaps. I've stopped trying to look for answers in memories that have long passed. I stopped wondering what I could have changed, what I more I could have done.

I'm no longer foolish or hopeful. I've simply accepted it as it is.

365 days since that day, I would like to say I've come far from when it all first happened. Now it no longer feels like a nightmare, but more like a faded dream. A hard lesson learnt, but now things are finally moving along for me, the way it has been for him long ago.

In the little days I still think of him, it always ends up with: How is he doing? I hope he's well.
I may never get an answer to this question, but that's okay. Some things are never meant to be answered.

One year on and I'm finally okay to move on now.
At the end, I'm thankful to have had him, sorry to have lost him.
But it wasn't all in vain.