Some say it's painful to wait for someone. Some say it's painful to forget someone. But the worst pain is when you don't know whether to wait or to forget him. That's what happened with me. From one day on the next, he decided to leave. He decided that I wasn't good enough anymore. Maybe never even was. Without an explanation, without a warning, nothing. Now I have two options; forgetting or waiting. Forgetting means I could move on, go on with my life, probably cry a little but eventually I'll be happy. Waiting means holding on, remembering everything, all the beautiful moments. It means you hold on for when he comes back, if he comes back. It'll mean I'll wast my life waiting for something that might not even happen. But if it die ons be happy like I was before. So what to I do? Letting go of the best thing that happened to me and maybe find another new best thing or hold on to my best thing... You probably have absolutly no idea what I'm rambling about. You'll see I do that a lot, rambling. And then it gets hard to stop. I want to explain everything I'm feeling and thinking. But I feel everything all at once and I can't explain most of my thoughts. I just can't. I'm not that good with words. I'm better with my actions. You'll see what I feel through what I do. Now let's go back to the start. To the day I met the best thing in my life. The day everything changed
