it has been a year.
since you stopped talking to me.
a year when you broke my heart and I decided to use someone else's to fix it.
a year where I was miserable and maybe desperate.
a year when I was scared but hid behind the mask of happiness.

and its almost a year when i was healed.
fixed from the broken pieces you left me with.
a year when I learned to smile again,
not only showing my teeth but real emotions.

real emotions and feelings we failed to share.