And it begins.
When you thought everything has ended, and there's no remains of those feelings left inside you, that's when you know that, it's not exactly the same feeling, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't burn inside of you, but it's still there, is it? Or it's the opposite? There's something missing I'd say, there's a little hole inside of you, there's a piece that's missing, there's a piece that you didn't knew you had, a piece that somebody else brought to life and in a moment, they chose to leave and also take that with them, maybe unconscious, maybe not, but they took it with them and in my case, didn't returned, maybe you'll feel that someone else could do the same, maybe someone can bring to life another piece of feeling to you, but I don't have the luck to say it's something that do happen, all I know is people say many things about it, stuff like "you'll meet the right person" but how will I know? Because I thought the same thing about her, and look at me now, where I am?
Just standing here, surrounded by many people that told me tons of words that I said I understand, and yes I did, but understanding and feeling it's not the same and it will never be, when you feel you don't need second opinions about it and don't need to be convinced by someone else because there's a person that with one word can convince you of any wonder.