Be strong to wait for him for the last time. When you say hello, not because you are not going to be separated from each other for a moment, but because you will need his strength, for one last goodbye. We haven't been together for three months, but we haven't been separated either, because hope hasn't faded. In the most difficult quarrels and the most cruel endless nights, life was a ton more bearable than it is now. Now he is hopeless and out of me, while I am a stone statue of helplessness. The arrow of the seconds quietly goes around, goes around, every passing minute approaches the meeting and lands, lead heavy on my chest. I can't take a deep breath. I'm suffocating ... the conversation The conversation. This conversation we have in mind for months now. The conversation in which I hear that you are better away from me, you feel satisfaction from the change. You don't want to be with me, I'm not what you need. And even though I know, he really said that you want us to be separated, even though every day I progress, I become part of the system of urban flow, my horror is alive. Images invade, as you hurry to get off my mother and we go to your house in the evening. Images invade from that first winter, when all life, world and happiness were ahead of us.
He invaded how angry he was at my fear of living in your world. The irreversibility invaded the first time I provoked anger, you dropped out and told me to leave, and the next moment you were shocked by your own words, they hurt you and your heart with the idea of separation. My love, I'm sorry, I've always been passionate about things between us that we can't buy and renew with newcomers. I couldn't be what you need me to be. I'm just like that, and no matter how much we die in pain, I can't catch up with the needs that live in you and are neglected over the years. Maybe by restricting certain communication, we made a general mistake, because I know that it / communication / is valuable, in a way that is imperceptible to me, and I would not understand things. He was left without a hole where he was, missing what you have worn over the years. And it is necessary not only for you alone, it was necessary for us, I know. Oh, love, if I could pause my thoughts for 10 minutes to forget the last months, and when you come before you speak, come closer and feel the power of the embrace, which is different when driven by the bubbling love in you .. It is probably no less bad to feel indifference where you know that your selfless love was. Because you feel guilty because you can't love me, you can't be with me, there is no mention of that need to be around and be yours as only I was. It's not your fault, it happens to most people. Life is very cruel and love is luck that gives people opportunities. And people fail them. Not intentionally and do not know how to touch.
Many people have separated and are doing so. I won't die maybe. I did not want or believe anything in this world more than that we are together. YOU were what girls dream of when they become women. I told you you forgot your horse somewhere. Tiuk, it's time to forget about me. I want to disappear from the whole world where I was. If I weren't there, I would never hear reality again. Thank you for letting me know these things. Before that, my imagination had a distant image, pale against the background of true happiness. I don't want a relationship, I'm ready for anything but not to do it with other men.
1 strawbery_1 answered
Quite emotional, but that's good because you're writing to love.