Four years later
Nathaniel
I miss her. God, I miss her. It's been four years, four f*****g years since I have seen her, smell her, touch her, been in her f*****g vicinity, it is unbearable, so f*****g unbearable, the pain is almost physical. I take a sip of my scotch while looking at her picture. I didn't know when Jasmine clicked it, but when she sent it to me, it became my salvation.
It was on my graduation day. She was wearing her favorite dress with my degree in her hand, smiling up at me so purely, so softly, her smile, her eyes always held adoration and love for me in them. Always since we started dating, but on the same day, my world shattered when she left without a word. She left me. I tried my best to find her. I asked her friends, relatives, parents, everyone she knew, but
