the air.
I remember it perfectly. We were at the airport and it was time to say goodbye. After few months of working abroad, you were going back to your country and I was going back to mine.
And as we shared, although at that moment I had no clue, our very last kiss, I couldn't help but think "This longing will kill me".
I had this peculiar feeling that he's the one. And that the world suddenly split into two continents - the one with him and the other without him. I felt as if there was no air at the place I've lived. I was choking on tears and holding on to the memories because soon that was all that we were.
A memory.
First few weeks I was suffocating. Three months later I was sure I'll never love again. After six months I was tired of feeling the weight of my constant sadness. It's been months of back and fourth. It was a bad time.
Now, it's been almost two years since I last saw him and I can barely recall his brother's name.
I look at the world map and I see all seven continents.
And I think to myself that apparently, you can live without air.