4 months with no contact. if you were to tell me a year ago that i’d be able to go 4 months without hearing your voice, i would’ve laughed in your face. i remember the first time we didn’t speak for a whole day. i’ve never felt an emptiness like it. 4 months with no contact and i am a totally different person now. i have scars on my skin that you’ve never seen. i have stories to tell which you’ve never heard. i have memories i won’t share with you. 4 months with no contact and i am thriving. i am doing well. i am healthy, happy almost. i am content with life and i am moving on, slowly. 4 months with no contact and this is not the first night i’ve broken down in tears. i miss you. in a very naturally human way. i miss you. 4 months with no contact and i still feel sick when we don’t acknowledge each other whilst passing by. but i don’t see red anymore. i guess that’s an improvement. 4 months with no contact. 8 months with no contact. a year. 5 years. i will miss you for a lifetime.