Sour shot

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Smoking away all the pain and drinking to drown these memories.

Sometimes we run into someone that we didn't expect and only later on we realised that the attachement was way deeper than we thought it would be.
Feelings are a wild thing that we can't control, indomitable, I tried hard as I can to keep my feelings for myself but it came out without any of myself. If I keep it to myself I'm just feeling down, I'm feeling stupid to feel this stupid cupid feeling.

And before I do something that I will regret, because if I confess it will be a mess not only in my life but in others as well. I don't want to hurt them.
I'm actually lost and I believe that only time can cure me. Only in that way my feelings will despair as they came to me.

Some people leave and a few stay. We will cross into a lot of people life but we will mark a few.
These few people who we have been through a lot together, will become just a sweet memory.
But even the happiest moment tast sour because it is a moment that will never coming again.
We feel like the moment we had were stolen.

While I was losing myself little by little you appeared in my life. All that I knew and was confident about, you shattered. You brought me doubt and questioned me so many times. I don't say that in a negative way because it made me grow, I matured a lot. [00'00...]

Every day I could have a good day because even though you were not near me, I knew I could count on you. Now that you are not what you used to be, do you know the impact you have had on my life? Your silence hurts me, I suffer, you got me used to your constant presence and now, without you, I get depressed. Without you the nights are so lonely. It's suffocating me.

I don't cling to your sweet words or the memories we shared, but to the person you are, many things make me think of you, but with time will I be able to forget you? All will find its place and leave, having taken everything from me, you left me. I never thought that you could put me out like that, like a cigarette.

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