The Fall. Day Two.

I've been officially single for 24 hours and 11 minutes so far. All this time, I was in hell. I couldn't feel, I couldn't see, I couldn't laugh, I couldn't frown. My expression was just one of a poker make-believe, on the surface for the peers to assume nothing has happened. It is very difficult to have gone through this first day after a long stretch of around 4-5 months of having her by my side. I can't accept the harsh and cruel fact that Fate has bestowed upon me, that my first one true love will be taken away just like that. I don't know if the crux of the problem lies with me or what.. I just oddly feel somewhat responsible for the plight I landed myself into now. I miss her, I miss my dear MiloDinosaur. I miss the way she lean close to me everytime and smiles, I miss how she tries to peep up into my eyes and observe them, I miss how she took long and dear walks with me to and back between her house and the hawker and centre. I miss how she pouted and blushed out of the blue. I miss how she eat so naturally and happily, making the baby dinosaur noises while munching away "nomnomnom" so carefreely. I miss how her brown hair whipped across my face and left its mark and smell there. I miss how her puny hand fitted nicely into my warm and big hand, and how she smiled and tightened her grip on my hand simply cause she didn't want to let go of it. I miss how she used to make efforts to talk to me and how we can chat about anything from the North Pole to the South Pole, and back to the North Pole again without feeling bored. I miss how she said "Iloveyou" so sincerely... Is it all too late? :(