Today is one year to the day that I read the first poem that I dedicated to the girl who is now my ex. I remember reading every word. I remember her listening so attentively. I remember the tight hug afterwards, and I remember our first kiss. And I remember she was so touched it moved her to tears. One year on the memory is bitter. I never thought I would be in this position here and now. I was convinced our relationship would last longer than the 6 months. I guess it’s a reminder that our expectations are too “Hollywood-like”. I was very naive. I guess she was too. It’s also a reminder that things can change at the drop of a hat, and you have no control over them whatsoever. I suppose part of me will always be with her. I’ve thought of her everyday since we broke up. Although I’m not sure she could say the same. They’re right when they say it gets easier. The pain is probably always there, but you get used to it. It’s numb. But in saying that, some days are easier than others. Today is not such a bad day. You just keep on going until fate decides to intertwine your path with the next one. And that is where a whole new story begins.