My mind was in a dark place, sometimes I felt engulfed in a big black hole with a stringent silence while most of the times, I had an irrational urge to cry, scream and kick things. To distract myself, I was occupying my mind with my proceedings to move to New York.
I hadn’t heard from Alex since that famous day, and I figured that he would no longer want to be part of my life after what I’d said to him. I would have preferred it to be an amicable parting, but the relationship between us was too tempestuous for a mild and sober aurevoir.
Separating from him was akin to tearing raw pieces of flesh from my own skin – during the happy days, I embraced the good memories we’d woven together. But on harder days, the pain seemed to consume me entirely, driving me into that devastating vortex o
