Six Months

It's been six months since I left.

How was it? How am I?

Time did its best to heal me. I have stopped counting days and just lived one day at a time. I have not been crying every night anymore. Well, that is either I've adjusted, or I'm just too drained when I get to bed.

Time flew. And I'm a little bit closer to coming home again.

I may feel sad and lonely, and even alone. But that's just how it is. I do not intend to get drowned in my misery. I'm not denying my pain and sadness, I just believe that there would be better days.

And I'm a day closer to them.