One day boyfriend

When I had a one day boyfriend,

I felt really happy and contented,

I truly felt the ambience that we loved each other as usual despite I'm the 'Feminist' of the day.

Certainly,

he did a lot of things for me on that day,

he came to the hotel; pack my clothes into the luggage, 

act like my assistant and done everything for me.

While me,

have been forgot that we had separated and thought that we are still in love,

I guessed that's why people said love is blind, we rekindled our old love for only that day.

However,

our dating is in private form, photos and videos are entirely a restriction.

Doubtlessly, as what I mentioned before,

I feel contented for my past love and I do not need a real love now.

Indeed,

he is just like my imaginary father,

cared and loved me in an insignificant but extraordinary way.

Six months flew away so fast,

when he was packing my luggage,

he hold my bottle of medicine and asked

'Now you still eating this? I thought you already stop eating.'

I answered him

'What to do if I havent recover? No need to sleep?'

Then he asked me

'Oh... so the doctor say you'll eat this until when?'

Ermmm,

I would like to say this is probably an indefinite answer,

perhaps till a day when I found my answer that how and why she hurts me?

To a significant extent,

I knew at least I didn't get worse,

I'm still in the origin, I didn't get worse as well as didn't get better too,

if I do, I guess it just barely 10%.

Somehow, in these few days,

when flashbacks of the trauma crossed my mind,

I feel like I am getting worse and back to the origin.

All in all,

I am thinking that my actual psychological dependence is actually rely on her rather than rely on that tiny bottle.

The function of that tiny bottle is to make me sleep peacefully in every each of the night,

but the function of her explanations is to make me sleep peacefully in my whole lifetime.