9 months

Today I realized it's been nine months since I went to Colombia. Nine long months that happened so fast it will soon be one year without you.
One year almost... nine months and I still miss you, I still remember the sound of your voice, the smell and the touch of your skin, the sound of your footsteps, and the look in your eyes.
It's been nine months and the wound in my heart is still opened. I still think about you every single day.
I remember every thing... like you will be 30 on september.
And now, I am beginning to think that I've never loved this way before. It's such a shame I had to learn to love like this with you.
:(