Today marks one year since my friend passed away, honestly it feels strange, today was weirdly quiet for me, she was my friend since diapers (+20 years of friendship) it's so weird sometimes, cause there are times where I don't thinks she's dead, it doesn't seem like, but everytime I go to my home town I remember that she's not there anymore. There's a saying that true mourning doesn't begin when the person dies, but when in ordinary moments you wanna talk to that person and realize they're truly gone.