Thought.is

I keep on reading our old messages. Today, we have decided to stop communicating for a year.

I can remember the moment you finally walk away and never looked back. It keeps on replaying in my head. That scene makes me feel like I’m getting punched in the stomach. I have to pull myself together. I’m on the verge of going insane.

I went back to that usual place we hung out during Friday nights. Most of our friends were there, except for…