When I woke up, Ethan was gone from the bed. But I heard someone cooking outside. He'll be going now and I feel sad. I want to move on but I guess it has to take time, more time for me. I realized I gave my everything to him, considered him as my world. And when he left, I was left in pieces. But I'm finding my way to get back all the pieces and mend it. If I can't do this alone, I hope someone comes into my life to help me be whole again.
Sigh~
I got up, took a bath and dressed. I found out that some of my dresses are getting smaller? Or is it me that's getting bigger? Oh I guess this is inevitable, since Minho has been feeding me nonstop and I haven't jogged for how many weeks now. Hmmm, I think this weekend would do since it's the last week of classes before Christmas vacation. Oh how
