I don't know what else I should write, so here I am, writing about you. You were the subject of every masterpiece I've made, from poetry to art. Every single person in my life has heard about you. But you see, an unrequited love is not for me. I always thought that maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrow, our hearts will beat as one. Though the reality is that tomorrow never exists.
Every time the clock hits Zero O'Clock, a memory of you will disappear. How I wish you knew how I feel.
Today, I did not think about you even once. Every minute of this day felt like a year.
I'm moving on from you. I'm hoping you were by my side.
You're the one who made me the happiest and at the same time the most miserable person. But believe me, I got you out of my life. Now, you're just a story to tell.
YOU ARE READING
letters pour lui
Romancea collection of the feelings I want him to know but lack the strength to express, so here we are.
