Not being dead was reason enough to keep going. I never had the drive to avoid death, i was always living on the edge. Yet you came into my world like a stubborn windstorm and gave me a reason to feel alive for the first time. But before i knew it, you had become the only reason i lived for.
And with your disappearance came the most painful death i was very much better off without.
You were only a stranger. Still, you invaded moi existence and distorted my independent identity. It could have been much more peaceful to die out on my own instead of writhing in agony, craving a person who was never mine to begin with.
I was a free soul. I didn't belong to anyone. I believed in myself only, carrying my burdens myself without sighing, being kind to myself first.
You destroyed my everything, my spirit, my fortitude, my eternity even. Did you really have to be so mean? Did you really need to stay long enough to have grown on me permanently? What did i ever do to deserve such brutality? Why couldn't we just be happy together? Why does the world have to be so treacherously cruel? Do the moments of closure to your precious someone mean nothing to you afterwards? How do i bring myself to hate you now?
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