"TIME PASSES. EVEN WHEN IT SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE. EVEN when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of the blood behind a bruise.it passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me."

More months passed. I did good things, bad things, I loved, I was loved,I abandoned and I was abandoned.I had everything, and everything I left behind.

I have never thought I could remeber everything so clear, so complete, so...alive. I have never thought that I could cry so much, so deep, so...always. But one year before I seem still destroyed and undecied. 

The feeling was hard to describe: it was like a huge arrow was punching my chest in order to kill me.The arrow was like containing venom. Venom that feeds my hate, cry, my lack of sleep.Part of me was screaming without being heard by anyone that I needed everything back now, while the other half was refusing everything it was given by him.

And I...can just keep admit to be killed this way or screw up again my courage and hope that "TIME PASSES. EVEN WHEN IT SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE. EVEN when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of the blood behind a bruise.it passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me." .