One year has gone

One year ago I went to Greece for work. I didn't know what to expect more than a few hours of work everyday, the rest was up to me. To get myself some friends and some sort of life. Everything turned out good. I met people that became my friends. We had a lot of fun. I did a good job at work and my guests were pleased with me and that was all I cared about. 

One year ago I started a journey that was both hard mentally and exhausting yet satisfying. I met some great people and I don't regret staying there longer than I planned. 

One year ago I didn't know you. I didn't plan to meet you, but I did. It's amazing how much that can happen in a year. We met, we became close and sort of grew together (for better and for worse). We got together, we moved in, we laughed, we cried, we faught, we made up... We were there for each other when things got hard and we enjoyed the times when everything just followed the flow. Our story didn't have a fairytail ending. Everything could have been done differently but history can never be changed. We have to live with what's done is done. At the moment we are nothing and for now that is okay. We are both going on with our separate lives and hopefully later on we can look back at our time together with a smile instead of a broken heart.