Yesterday, I think, we broke up with my boyfriend. Or just a matter of time, a few days probably... But it's like we already did it. It's so painful, I can't even describe the feeling. One and a half year ended in a minute, or so. Notting does matter anymore. Not life. Nothing. My head is full of our memories, the walks, kisses, cuddles, laughters, waits for the other, telephone calls, facebook chats, sleepings, concerts, our first (and also the last) 'official' date, swims in the lake, moving in together... everything. Our one and half year. And everything's gone. No more laughters, kisses, talks, I won't even see him anymore. I can't, absolutely can't handle the pain, he was my life. My life for one and a half year. It sounds like it's not a really long time, but it was. He had annoying habits and things I didn't like, so did I. But I will miss them too. I will miss everything, that belongs to him and to us. The names he called me, the names I called him.. his smile, his messy hair and unshaven face, that "he doesn't care"... And the memories just come and come in my mind, those memories I've almost forgotten. And that's even worse.. I can't live anymore... Yes, he was sometimes nasty to me and told me things and did things, but... I just can't lose him.. One and a half year went to pieces..