tomorrow marks my 7th monthsary with my beloved Ega.
along with 5 months of not seeing him or spending time.
not being able to feel his touch or receiving anything from him.
5 months of loneliness cum solitude, simply A-LONE.
7 months of patience and living without ego. being stabbed by poison right through the four chambers, hurt.

7 months of acting insane and ignoring the world. 7 months of being emotionally insecure. 7 months of putting a smile and laughing to just forget the other hours of sorrows.

7 months of consideration, being lost and unable to speak. 7 months of wishing and dreaming for the time to pass by faster. dreaming of him each and every night just to reminisce the feeling of him being so close to me. 7 months of drowning in a pool of love. drowning so deeply that the feeling whispers encouragement. thus build tolerance that keeps me running to the last line even when i know there is still a very long way to go. 48 more months to go yanney.. fortyEIGHT... but i miss him so much that my body announced dead now.

but i'll tell my soul to keep on going.
with love :)