August 29th 2015

Dear Nora,

Memories aren't items you can hide in your closet. No matter how hard you shove them inside your head and hope they never show themselves to you, they manage to slip out, unleashing your deepest fears, exposing your vulnerability to yourself in such a gruesome way , that you don't know who you are anymore.

I was driving my way to the beach today, when I saw it. The ice-cream shop Nor. You remember? Do you remember that this place was our spot? Do you remember that this is the place we first met? The place when I got my fist heartbreak? The place we shared so many memories? The place I can't even walk by anymore without having the urge to cry or scream? This shop turned out to be the only place I don't ever want to go to anymore. I guess it doesn't feel right without you. We always went together. Now it feels so wrong.

So yeah, when I was driving by that shop, memories kept flooding in my mind like my worst nightmares combined together. It was like all the pain I have hidden so well inside me, escaped and is now drowning me. I haven't shed a tear since that day. I have been immune to everything and now guess what...

I fucking cried! I couldn't stop sobbing my heart out! I hate crying! I hate being weak! I hate you for making me feel this way! I hate you for dying on me! I fucking hate the fact that I love you so much I can't cope with this anymore! I am so fucking sorry, Nora! I am so fucking sorry I didn't save you. I am so sorry!

Aurora