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I finished putting my belongings in their respective suitcase. I sighed, letting the sound fade into the silent room. I looked around, for the last time I would see that old room that kept so many secrets that we live.
When I go out, I observe the piano, the one you gave me on my birthday, the one you heard playing every afternoon.
I've been in love with someone for so long that I feel like I just wasted it.
That person has always been, and probably will be, you.
I wasted my life and wasted what little I could love. I wasted what little romance I could give and wasted all my tears.
Because I'm dry, I can't cry anymore.
I will not give you a smile, nor will I ever dedicate an 'I love you' to you again. Because I will stop feeling it, I will stop suffering.
I've been in love with someone for so long that I feel like I just wasted it.
That person has always been, and probably will be, you.
I wasted my life and wasted what little I could love. I wasted what little romance I could give and wasted all my tears.
Because I'm dry, I can't cry anymore.
I will not give you a smile, nor will I ever dedicate an 'I love you' to you again. Because I will stop feeling it, I will stop suffering.
I won't see you again, I promise.
Because while you sleep and put on that precious angelic expression and force a last sigh in love, I kiss your forehead and caress your red hair.
It's a farewell, although I knew perfectly well that from the beginning it had to be that way.
From the beginning, we never had a story.
From the beginning we were destined for failure.
I love you I hate you. Even if you never feel the same.
YOU ARE READING
To the beginning ©
FanfictionFrom the beginning, looking at you, I knew something was wrong. At first, after hearing your voice, I knew that he had fallen in love with you. At first, knowing you, I believed that we were not meant to be together. If by choosing you I can find ha...
