One year

One year has passed.

One year since I saw you for the last time, since you saw me for the last time. It marked the end of a routine, and one year later I haven't got used to it yet, to go there and not to climb the hill and go and see you. One year after the sadness, the never released tears, the anger and the hatred. One year is a lot of time. In one year I moved three times to a new house. In one year I broke my heart in pieces and made it anew once more. In one year I got another job. In one year I made new friends. In one year I got a new life, and yet in one year I could not forget you, nor the feeling of longing that comes to me whenever I think about you.