2O.

2 of October.

2 of October and I'm still here. 2 of October and my heart hasn't healed yet. 2 of October and it seems like not a single day has passed.

The weather is getting cold,and I get to remember.I get to feel this freezing breeze down my spine every year,to this day. I get to remember and travel back instead of looking forward.I get to see that no matter how much I've tried I can never really let go. Maybe I'll leave it for next year,just like any other year.Maybe healing needs more time,or no time at all for me. I wish I could change,but I can't. God,what would she think of me now?