|February is the worst season to be brokenhearted, so take care. Me, February 2010.|
It's already been eight months since my life got shattered into pieces. It's been eight months since she left me - yet the pain that throbs every passing minute make it seem as if it happened only yesterday. After eight months, it still cannot sink in. I haven't heard a single word from her after we parted. I can't accept that what we had were all just memories from the past. I try my best to cope with the heartbreak by getting myself preoccupied with work, but whenever I'm not busy with anything, I consistently find myself crying in the corner of the room as flashes of our blissful days come unfolding in my imagination. I try to read books to divert my mind, and it helps somehow, for a little.