14th March.

Nothing seems the same.

While the country's situation seems to be falling apart, the same is happening in here—I break into a thousand pieces every hour. I truly don't know what happened; I was doing so well, but I miss your touch, your kisses. You don’t seem like the same person anymore—you don’t even want to see me, and I don’t know what I did wrong. I miss the way you used to seek me out for a kiss or just to lock eyes with me. Now, you seem unwilling to do that.

I hope the memory of this love is not just absence.