It always starts from the core. Somewhere between your stomach and your chest.
You start thinking about the old memories, the person you wanted to be with, you had plans with, fights with, but always resolutions in end…. but that person does not exist anymore.
Even if you could fix things, it’s too late, that person has gone, faded away in the sands of time.
I always act oblivious even though I know all that is happening around. I do this so as to not put the other person in a situation where their most evilest actions will get unveiled.
Day 1 is always the hardest. It is the day when you finally decide to let go.
But my observations are always on point, even to the body. Emotion hits the core first. How I wish I had a off switch. But then, I wouldn’t learn from my experiences.