During this awful time I can’t stop myself from thinking if this will be the limit to the experiences I’m gonna have. Will I never have a first kiss? Will I never experience a hug from my best friends again? Will I never make physical connections again? Almost every morning I wake up with a thought, a hope that maybe, just maybe they’ve found a cure. I think about the places that I could’ve visited. The Eiffel Tower in Paris, The Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. Would I never be able to discover new places? Travel to Australia, New York. All these thoughts keep me occupied during the days whereas at night, it dawns upon me that I can’t even meet my friends down the street, then it hits. Every night, tears fall down on my cheeks. I think about all the memories I’d already made and miss the people I’d made them with. Now all I have are pictures, calls and texts. I miss the h...