A Year Is Plenty Of Time

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I love him way to much. I long for him so so much and I can't stand it.

It's been a year. One year ago, so many things were different and so many things were similar. The four of us.

This one ... I somehow fell in love, made mistakes I'll never do again and had to turn him down very clearly. "Am Anfang TOP, am Ende FLOP." I hate that guy.
And then the other one. I like how slowly things between me and him develop, it's been a year and I still like him (that's kind of a record), I actually like him even more than before. I am sure about this now. In this moment. In this moment it's just so beautiful.
(And on the same time I'm afraid I imagine too much again.)

My best friend leaves the country for half a year and I'm curious what is going to happen. How things are going to change, if they are going to change, and which ones. Since last year, many things have changed anyway.

I experienced so much in the past year. Twelve months and I've grown in so many parts. Me as a woman, me as a person who loves, me as a student, me as an adult. Yes. I feel like an adult.

Yes. I like my life. I did things and I like it.