Been busy trying to force myself to be more concentrated on my studies. Because of its experience I had too much things to catch up. Maybe people are all right that when we have memories we do not want to be reminded the only way to get better is by letting those memories intrude your daily life, but let those feelings to lead its way. I feel much better. Better than I have expected. The only thing I was afraid of letting him go was that I was the only one who loved the whole communication. Perhaps I was the only one as I look back if he cared about the relationshop he wouldn't have done so with such manner. I do miss all those plans and promises, but it never meant to be happen. Until the next time I share my real love with someone near I hope I can tell myself I have learned a lot and I am mature enough to love.