King's Park, Perth.
I've never quite felt like this before. The ecstatic rush of blissfulness which is almost always followed by a wave of aching and sadness. Oh actually yes, I have. My mood changes really fast. I can get really emotional. But this time it is different. Circumstantial sadness can be better or worse, depending on how you see it. Our conversations constitute a large amount of what-ifs, if-onlys, I-wish, which do nothing but aggravate the pain and helplessness. But the plans, the imageries of what will be keeps me breathing and hoping. I have come to realize that the thought of giving up pains me more.
Three more months.