"Yasmin, you can't always live in the past. You have to learn to let him go."
My psychologist sympathetically suggested that I could travel somewhere to take a break and had something fun which might help me feel better.
After another sleepless night, I called my best friend and decided to go.
My best friend became excited when she heard that I had decided to travel to the Witherbury. She took care of everything for me and helped me pack and organize the travel supplies.
"Yasmin, I'll be in charge of the guide this time, so you just enjoy the trip!"
I smiled faintly, without any turmoil in my heart.
I just felt a dull pain somewhere in my chest.
It seemed to be reminding me in this way that I had lost the most important thing in my life, my beloved boyfriend ... Christian.
Christian pursued me for three years and fell in love with me for six years.
Everyone thought we would get married smoothly, even the two of us thought so.
Three years ago, he arranged a grand wedding, knelt on one knee and carefully put the diamond ring on my hand with a gentle and doting look in his eyes.
"Yasmin, are you willing to marry me and spend the rest of your life with me?"