Before I knew it, there were only a few weeks left before my graduation, and these weeks went by pretty quickly as well. But, in those weeks I told myself to say goodbye to him, to let him go, which didn't work out very well because somewhere deep inside I still believed this was not the end.

And when that last day was over, when I saw him walking down his path and disappearing in the distance one last time, I didn't feel different, which confused me.

The next few days I felt numb, like I had lost my goal in life. I walked through my path to get some bread from the supermarket, unable to see the beautiful things on my path that made me so happy in the past.