My internship is over

Hello dear readers,

Well, it’s official, my internship is over, finished. I’ve several feelings about that. Because, I’m happy, but also sad at the same time. It’s kinda hard, because I should be totally happy that I’ve received nice comments and a good grade, if you can call it that way. I’ve made several stuff like plans, promotion ideas and of course I was the manager for the Open Days, so I’ve done a lot.

Why I am sad? Well, remember that post I wrote about that guy I think I like? Well, he’s at my internship, and he’s my colleague. The worst part? I won’t see him again. He’s living in a different city, it’s not that far, but far enough to meet up soon. I’m glad we have each others number, but it won’t be the same. We’ve talked so much, he supported me almost every time I was busy or trying to make something perfect. We had fun, we laughed, and we shared a lot.

I’m glad about the way we said goodbye. At first he gave me a hand, but as soon as someone else hugged him, I thought: Why can’t I hug him? So I asked him if he wanted one, and he said yes. I was so happy, and it felt like the world was standing still while I hugged him. We promised to stay in touch, and I hope we can. Because I can’t miss our conversations, I just can’t.

I’m not looking forward in going back to school. To be honest, I don’t like my classmates. They’re just so different, so not the persons I want to hang out with, do you get what I mean? I like to write, to talk, to be quiet. They like to party, to be loud and to make a lot of noise. And did I mentioned that they don’t do much? They need to hear that they’re gonna fail before they start to work. I’m just going back to being quiet, being all alone. Because Mark is gone, well not gone, but he went back to his own school. I’m gonna miss his smile, his voice, our conversations.

He told me I will survive this, but I’m not so sure. But maybe I need to try, I mean I kind of promised him to stay strong. It’s the least I could do, considering everything he has done for me in those months, right? All those times that he supported me, all those times that he asked me if I was alright. All those tiny details that he has, those small things that make him special.

If I like him? Yes, yes I do. I’m not afraid to say it, because I’m not gonna lie about it. Yes, I do like him. In fact, I think I’m in love with him, and I’m gonna miss him so, so much.

Do you think that I’ll survive? Do you think that I’ll ever see him again?

Lots of love, ‘Daphne’