Here I am, lying on my bed, under a layer of thick, heavy blanket. I was doing nothing until I got reminded of you. I don’t know why - it’s probably the weather.

I was thinking about what I thought was right two years ago. Two years. That sounds so long. Has it been that long?

It came rushing back to me. Sometimes just the pieces. Sometimes the ones that make me want to grin. Sometimes the ones that force me to cry at once. What has just came was the latter.

It’s not that I want to, though - and it’s not like it’s painful anymore. My heart does not ache any longer. It laughs, most of the time, upon the reaction my body gave. I will let it go in five minutes. Sometimes less. Sometimes I had to drink it away. Sometimes I had to sleep on it. But most of the times I can think of how happy you might be right now and that eases me back into reality.