التصالح مع النفس عند إيتادوري ?

you know what's fucked up?
that you can be without someone for six months a year, five years and have mastered not thinking about them, but no matter how much time passes there will always be that moment where you see a photo of them or catch a little of their cologne on a crowed street and suddenly you're plagued with a rapidly sinking stomach and the relentless question.«what did i do wrong»?