Day 348. Enjoy going through life as yourself

So it's been 348 days, since we parted ways.

I went out, and kissed, and slept with random guys. I was a mess, then I registered myself into a gym and lost 10 pounds. I spend a lot of time thinking, about you, about me, about us -- what a loss to spend 10 years with someone, only to find out that he's a stranger.

I watch sad movies about forgetting love and finding true self. I travel alone to many different places. I spent a month in California, two weeks in Kuala Lumpur and one week in Hong Kong. I read devastatingly sad novels. I put on a fake smile and pretend that everything's OK.

I got promoted. My friends started to introduce their single guy friends to me. I even taught myself how to make latte art. But deep down we both know that adults are like, the mess of sadness and phobias.

So I'm like, screw it, I'm gonna enjoy this moment, because it's happening, and it's all that matters.

By tomorrow morning, you'll be gone.