You can feel when your heart is breaking. I get goosebumps and my stomach hurts. I feel like crying and sleep at the same time. I feel empty and full of things to give. Tonight is one of those nights.
I spent the last months hoping to see C. and that all things would have gone back to normal. I’ve been in London for almost a month and I got ditched twice. Tonight we finally met and things were normal. Normal in a good way: no embarrassment, a good laugh, simple. All I wanted was to kiss him. He is just the most beautiful thing I ever seen. I felt home. I just wished he was feeling the same but I guess he doesn’t since I’m going back alone.