Instead of a triumphant finish to a 13,000-kilometer bicycle journey trough the Eurasian landmass and a world record, a French cyclist has found himself in a Russian detention center. French and Russian media reported that 44-year-old Sofiane Sehili, an experienced cyclist and filmmaker, has been arrested in Russia’s Far East and sent to pretrial detention — just 400 kilometers short of his…

Little did I realize how much I would miss those few days. Those few days in which I’d lived an entire life time. 

I miss you. I miss your pauses in between sentences waiting just in case I had anything to say. I miss your constant blinking eyes while you talked. I miss when you noticed my mood shifting. I miss when you looked at me because you knew I wasn’t okay. I miss your generous laugh. I miss the way you walked like you’re strolling along the beach and the sun is setting and there is not a single care in the world. I miss our morning coffee. I miss how your face brightened up under the morning sun light, the passion in your voice when you told me about your job. 

The problem about sensitive people, is that we notice the tiniest change in someone’s behavior, like in how they talk to us, the way their voices sound, their ignorant texts, their silence… And we spend every second after that wondering what we did wrong.

I feel myself starting to shut down, close off, like I should tell people, ‘No, I don’t use this heart anymore. It’s too fragile.’

He doesn’t feel the same way. Does he feel the same way?

He may not. But it doesn’t matter, because I would rather spend my entire life pretending than to have a reality with someone else.