Things might be turning around. I might actually be alright for once.
seen from Germany
seen from Germany
seen from China
seen from Tunisia
seen from Iraq
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from India
seen from South Korea
seen from Italy

seen from South Korea
seen from Finland
seen from Kyrgyzstan
seen from United States
seen from Norway
seen from China

seen from Germany

seen from Italy
seen from Pakistan
Things might be turning around. I might actually be alright for once.
That moment when you find old books and drawings and letters that made you happy in the past and they still make you happy now.
I think I like looking at pictures of oceans, seas, rivers, just great bodies of water because I want to get lost in them and forget about the world and worry about nothing.
Just take me to a place far away from here so I can change.
That first step.
The first step of something new is always the scariest. I remember the first time I kissed someone else that was not you. I felt so bad for days and days that I felt like I was cheating on you, even though we had nothing to do with each other anymore. I hated myself and I was so confused on what I was doing that I kept hurting not only me, but others around me. I hated that I felt like I knew what I was doing, but then everything could collapse before me. Everything became clear when we finally said, this was the end. It took me a long time to realize that we cannot be together anymore because I still wanted you. I still checked up on you on all these social media websites to see if you changed or to see if you found someone else. I kept thinking there was more to this, but there really wasn't. You were the reason why I held back what could have been amazing relationships or wonderful life-long friendships. I tried to keep myself busy with other people, but that didn't really work out. I wasn't ready for any of it, but I wish I was. I regret, but at the same time, I regret nothing for holding back because of you. I took my time, and now that you're finally gone, I'm really free to focus on myself. I stopped checking up on you as often as I did before, and I'm glad I'm not obsessing over you. I'm more focused on myself, and it's a wonderful feeling. I never really done that before, so it's going to be my first step to becoming happy. I can say that I'm really in a better place in my life, and I'm growing up. It's not that scary anymore.
I’m stuck in that zone of going back and forth. I want it to end, but every single time I’m at my highest, I get reminded of the things that bring me down to my lowest, Where I’m curled up in bed at 1:00 in the morning, Reminded of all the good times we’ve had, and I remembered why I loved you so much. I loved the way you smiled the very first time I met you, As wide as the smiley face drawing that I drew on your hand. I loved the way your hand fit with mine, Even in your coat pocket that I claimed as my spot. I loved the way you brushed my hair behind my ear Just because you thought I looked more beautiful that way. I loved the way you made me feel about myself, Even though I didn’t think I was beautiful. I loved the way you called me, love, I almost forgot you did. There’s so much more I could write about, but that would pull me deeper into the lowest point there is. Now all of that is gone, and I’m still stuck. It would’ve been 3 years and 4 months tomorrow. I don’t know why I’m still keeping track. I don’t want memories to be the ruin of me, But I just don’t know where or how I should start. I’m so thankful for you for everything that you taught me and made me feel. I still love you, but I need to move on to become the better person you want me to be. I need to let go.