The hardest part of the year was having to say goodbye to you. I did not want to go, I did not want to leave. I wanted to stay forever where you were no longer someone in my dreams, but someone in my life.
And so we reach that time again- the eve of an election. The world holds its breath for better or worse as we turn another page in the books of history.
When was the last time I felt like myself? Maybe when I was young all those years ago. But those memories are as distant to the present as I am to myself now.