So it’s been that long.
I wrote this 365 days ago, crazed and beaming from the newness of the things happening to me, like being part of the recruitment department of Eperformax and being part of what then seemed like a harmless involvement with the last person who broke my heart.
So much has transpired. Some have gone, some remained. Some should have stayed. Some should have left earlier.
I’ve always believed that time is relative.
It has not made all buds bloom nor has it healed all wounds.
One year’s been long, but sadly, not long enough.
listening to: Keane – Somewhere Only We Know