There's a quote I like to remind to myself every now and then.
'It's all about the little details. Those are the ones that count'.
The little details this day, like the cake I just baked or how I'm pretty sure I failed a test this morning. When my best friend hugged me or the smile that cute stranger gave me.
All those details made my day.
You were a bag full of small details. Even if you would only listen or just smile at me or just reassured to me that you were there for me.
You made my days with your details. I just wish you could've made my life with them.
A week has gone by, not a day I don't miss you.
In fact, I think I'm starting to hold on to your memory, but in a healthy way. Giving you the right place in my life and in my heart.
As I said to my friend today when we were talking: I will always love you, and if you told me you'd want us to have a second chance, I would say yes.
So I'm moving on now, but you are closely behind me. And that's good. I'm doing fine.