I feel that I have lost you as if I would have had you. That old feeling of having you sometimes haunts my heart. I still write about how you made me feel because it was so fruitful for me.
I learned that you can not live for obsessions and that expectations do not work most of the times. I understood that having loved you was my development as a human being and there are days when I wonder if we were destined to meet each other as it happened.
I wonder if I will ever hug your little body. I wonder if I will ever understand your brain. I wonder if I will ever understand your hell.
I am aware that you may never understand what happened to me with you and you may even call me strange, deviant, perverted. But it was pure for me.
Maybe it was a nightmare for my family and my mind, but I enjoyed admiring you. To have looked at you without planning. Having seen you in photos that I have deleted without blinking.
Now that obsolete feeling does not exist in me. Now that feeling has slipped away. Now I have accepted that I have stopped loving you. At last, I am free of your soul.
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Writings (About The Past Love)
Algemene fictieImagine you find your perfect match, but it's bound to not happen in real life. You only meet online and through dreams. And you linger for them every year that passes like a core memory. You have to get used to not having them. Just wait to meet in...
