[ WP ] You walk into the mysterious forest . As you walk further , you notice time tends to stand still . The feeling of peace overcomes you .

It was n't a planned journey, but I needed to escape. I reached into my pocket for another tissue; the pack was almost out and I'd only started it that morning. Crying was n't that uncommon for me. I cried at sad movies, at my grandparents funeral, when my dad got cancer, when my high school girlfriend had cheated on me. 
 
 But *this* was different. 
 
 I missed her. I missed the way she'd lick the paper after rolling a joint. The way she'd grab my ass as I walked by her naked. The way she'd hold me and everything else just stopped existing. It was just her and I. 
 
 I fucking missed her. 
 
 By the time I reached the forest, the tears had stopped crawling down my face. I stopped, panting in a wild attempt to catch my breath. What had I done? How could I have left her there, alone. *You had to move on*, I reminded myself. She had, after all. I do n't know how many guys there were. I do n't know what she did with them, or what she said to them. I wondered if she told them how much she felt at peace with them, as she did with me. But I loved her no less. 
 
 *How the fuck could I let her do that to me? * I asked myself as I continued walking further. She never cheated. She asked for an open relationship. *I should want this*, I had convinced myself. It was a man's dream after all, having the woman he loved and all others. Seeing how wrong I was, I wonder if I really had any option. She wanted to see other people and I needed to keep seeing her. It had to be. But I hated her no less. 
 
 `` It had to be,'' I repeated aloud. I lay down and stared up at the treeline above. Time was slowing down. My heart was beating slower now. I kept thinking of her. The way she smiled. The way she'd say she was from'Barthelona' and give me the knowing look that said'I know you find that funny'. 
 
 I stared at the trail of blood that followed behind me. I remembered our last kiss. Our last words. `` I wo n't forget you'', she'd said. 
 
 `` I do n't know what I'll do without you,'' I'd told her. And I never would. 
 
 

