What is a personal hell? Personal hell is when you are locked in the prison of your own thoughts, memories, feelings and pain. And the one who had keys had gone away. And he’s the one who made you understand that freedom is nothing but missing him. I remember summer nights and all the beautiful times. I know that the entire universe has conspired for us to meet, and maybe it hated the way our story ended, and maybe the entire universe decided to tear us apart. But I still can’t get the idea of it. I loved him. I loved him at his best, and at his worst, even when he was falling apart. I knew that he's one that deserves all the love this universe could give. I remember the way I was wearing his initial and his engagement ring because he owned me and he really knew me. I took care of him, I was hands that would never grow weary of hugging him, hands that would hold him no matter what happens, hands that would always be there ready to catch him whenever he falls. I loved him in a way I didn’t love anybody before. I became a story that is slowly drifting apart from his memory, and maybe soon he will forget about me. I know there won’t be any strength to open up my heart to somebody else. I know that I will look for him in another person, I will constantly compare. And it’s not about appearance. He was really my person. I hate losing people I love the most, because you’ll be full of regrets and pain. And the fear creeps in your mind. I wish he knew that I won’t forget him as long as I live. Being in this prison I always go back to September, wishing to turn around and make things alright, realizing what I had when he was mine. I miss his tan skin, his sweet smile and how he held me in his arms that August night when for the first time he ever saw me cry. And if we loved again, I swear I’d love you right. I’d go back in time and change it, I would have strength. I’ll be there, even if it’s gonna be a long road. I’ll make an effort to let everything spark up again...