Sometimes I wonder if it is a blessing or a curse; to never stop loving people, once I start loving them. 2 greatest love I’ve had so far, and they’re both ones that I had to learn to live without.
I still constantly look for them in people I met. It’s not fair to the people I meet, and I’m still learning.
When I see a piano, I think of the music piece that was being played, 10,000km away while I drift off to sleep.
When I see Belgium beers, I think of the endless chats and instant deep connection on our first encounter.
When I look at wonky architecture buildings, I think of the long days we spent, walking under the hot sun in a new big city, taking pictures of buildings.
When I enter lounges, I think of bubbles and tea and how you changed my life.
When people tell me they cook steak, I remember the time we almost burnt down the house when we made our first dinner together.
When I see a nice kitchen, I think of the meals I cooked and how much you loved it.
I’ll never get over, I’ll never learn to move on. But I am learning to live without, as I do. Thank you for the memories and setting the bar so high. You have forever homes in my heart. I’m so incredibly lucky to have you in my heart.
Perhaps in a way, I don’t want to get over, or move on. I rather learnt to live without. For then, you’ll always be in my heart.
I know I can never find another you, but I can’t stop myself from searching.