I was even wearing her Stanford t-shirt when she broke up with me.
The ride to Machu Picchu was the loneliest ever. The broken pieces of my heart were cutting a hole in the pit of my stomach.
Granted, its my fault for leaving, my fault for following a dream.
Before, when I was traveling by myself I didn't feel alone because I had the reasurance that she was still my girl. The break has come at a time when I'm the most alone, the furthest from home, with no friends and sick from the food. This takes away the courage I had to travel.
This trip has cost me the one thing I valued most in my life. Now there is mostly uncertainty and only a bit of hope.
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Oh no! I'm sooo sorry. I'll be praying for you that you wouldn't feel so alone! *HUGS*
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