Just like yesterday, I spent my day crying like I've lost something as important as to breathing.
Am I that stupid? Because as of the moment, I'm starting to believe that I am really a fool. Heck, I only spent a month with him for God's sake! And yet, I am mourning like a wife who lost his other half. Am I that stupid for having this exaggerated sadness just because Dino left with no official goodbyes? Because if yes, I don't care anymore.
And as I lay here on my bed, all I can ever think about is Dino and my days with him. How he looked at me the day I first saw him on his blue towel.
How weird he was when he asked for friendship. How cute he was when he scold me every time I ate junk foods. How handsome he was when he tucked me in at night while singing All of Me. How bad I felt when
