A day passes so quickly these days.
I wake up, go to work, come back home, exercise and sleep.
1 day at a time, it just ticks away.
And just like that, it has been a month ready.
A year with him went so quickly. Week by week, I could not wait for the days to end, so we can spend the weekend together.
And now, it's just a counter to tell me how much I miss him. And to tell me that the chance of him coming back is becoming less and less.
In my head, I know he's not coming back. But I cannot help the feeling in my heart, that wants to go and hug him, kiss him, and tell him how much I love him.
The solution to this problem is so simple. And he could easily take me back, any day he wanted to.
"But it's not what I want"
I know that's what he will tell me instead.
In few days he's coming home. But not into my arms.
I should have seen the signs, when even a holiday plans never had me in it. He never disagreed to me tagging along. But he never asked me to come along.
I knew this would be how it ends.
I know the feeling of "He's the only man" will eventually go away.
I just wish that was now.