Chapter 2

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It's been 10 years since we saw each other... After our career became big with dookie everything seemed to change. 80, my nickname for her started feeling uncomfortable with all those flashing lights and Paparazzis. Every day people were following us with cameras. Everywhere we were followed by groupies who just jumped on me or tried to kiss me. Adie was so strong... we fought for 4 years, but our love couldn't stand this pain. She was hurt by all those groupies flirting with me. I never flirted back or did something which would hurt her. She knows that it's always been only her. I will never forget the day she told me she would leave me... it was on our 4th anniversary, 4th July 1994, the day we met 4 years ago. She told me that she loved me and that she was proud of the man I was becoming. But that she can't stand all this anymore. She was begging me to let her go. Her happiness will always be my no.1 priority. It did break my heart to leave her... but I did understand that I had to set her free... now it's been 10 years since we spoke. I did date a few people, guys and women, but there was no day where I didn't think about her... Does she feel the same? Or did she just forget me?

Every morning I wake up and wonder if she did sleep well or if she had eaten enough, and drank enough. I wonder if she is married now or has kids... but at the same second I feel a deep pain in my heart... a part of me wants her to be happy and have everything she dreams of. The other part of me is just falling in pain... just the imagine of her being in the arms from another men kills me. The idea she has kids with someone else... those kids could have been mine !! 10 years ago I chose the music and lost the love of my life... was it worth it? This empty feeling that I have felt for over a decade... People always think that I am happy because I have everything. All those girls, money, a big house, my cars, many awards, my family and the best friends a guy could ask for. All those stuff must make me happy ... doesnt it ? But I am not happy ...

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