HB, R.

I remember, he must think that I don't. But I do.

Exactly 110 days have passed.
During these days, I experienced constant visits in the hospital, studying, lack of money after a 4-month traveling, teaching kids, laughing, crying, saying good-byes to friends, and welcoming an unborn new baby.... so many so many things except contacting him.

Exactly 110 days have passed.
I can see things much more clear and I finally understand why there was a heartbreak for me.
I finally realized that he was right and I was wrong, and life must go on.

I didn't write, I didn't call, I didn't think, and I didn't go back.
He must think that I don't remember what date it was, but I do.
I just need not to hurt him and mostly hurt myself anymore.
So and I know, I am gone, finally, for good good good.

I cherish my new life, with and without him.

HB, R.