You can’t sleep at night. You keep on thinking, as much as you don’t want to, what he saw in her that wasn’t in you. You keep on asking why – why her, why this, why now. You keep on looking for answers.
Who am I kidding? Postcards from different corners of the world have filled my mailbox. She’d sent photos of her with the Egyptian pyramid at the back; Machu Picchu on the right; the famous Halong Bay on the left. The list would go on and instead of just letting go and accepting that she may never come back, I find myself falling more in love with her.