7 years, 2 months and 3 days since Roan abandoned me on this planet. Every morning I wake up next to his picture, wish him a very good morning and get ready for the day.
Every day, I treat myself as he would . And every night before going to bed, I put the lullaby on that I recorded while he sang it to me for the first time, give his picture a goodnight kiss and sleep.
I've been treating myself and working on myself. Never really thought someone could replace him. And maybe nobody ever did. There are so many detailed memories of our time together that replacing him seems to be impossible. For me, it would be unjust if I'd say another guy can take his place in my life.
People talk about heartbreak and losing a person. I've been there and I know better than most people, but in the process of healing myself, never have I had a thought of being a sadist. Or maybe I was too busy in his memories that I almost forgot I suffered from a loss.
But in these 7 years and 2 months, I never experienced happiness. And by happiness, I mean the serene satisfaction that your soul gets. Not like a two minute long laughter, but proper happiness that last in your bones, makes you feel alive.
Not until yesterday. Not until I met him, again.
Same grey eyes, twitching nose, slightly curled hair. A little taller than before, and a little skinner, and with facial hair which weren't there before. But the most important part that he carried was his aura. As pure as it ever was.
After years had I met someone worth sharing my childhood place with. After years I met my childhood friend, again. After years I think I made a friend again.
To be continued....
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