Exactly one year ago today I met someone who I thought would be in my life for a long time. The year that followed that moment was so emotional for me, but he’d never know because I kept most of it all to myself. Why? I’m still searching for an answer. All I know is that one year later I feel a great disconnect - the bond that seemed so strong in the beginning has faded to almost nothing. It makes me a little bit sad, but at the same time I’m glad to have experienced the ups and downs and to know what I know today. I’m still the happy, go-lucky, opinionated gal with a love for culture and travel, but today, I walk with higher expectations and a craving for something that’s real, and by real, I mean honest.