I miss you.
I miss you so much today.
That's a lie.
I miss you every day.
I try to think about the horrible things that happened between us, and how awful I felt when we were still together. That's when I remember why it's better that we are over.
But then... I also think that now after all I've been through...
This suffering is worse.
Because at least I had you before.
But now I only have my constant pain.
And although I'm able to laugh again... I still wish I could go back in time.
At least to kiss you once more, one last time.
Take you by the hand, hold you by the back of the neck, look you straight in the eyes, tell you how much I love you for the last time, and kiss you with all the might in the world, slowly, deeply, and for once be the one to use your signature kiss, and then... when is finally over... put my forehead against yours, both our eyes closed while we try to catch our breaths after having raised such emotions. At last, squeeze your hand letting you know how much I feel for you. Take a step back letting go of you, but looking at your figure to mark the image as something unforgettable inside my memories.
Only a couple of tears escaping my heart and rolling down my cheeks. And with the last energy my soul can withhold, walk away from you, not looking back.
But knowing that I will never love like that ever again...
That a love like that should only be felt once because when is over a human cannot withstand it.
And even when I firmly believe in love, since we are not together I promised myself I would never allow my heart to love like this ever again.
Merci pour la lecture!