When the ending makes sense, I feel safe. All the roads that led back to you are uninhabitable. All the dreams of you are buried. All my feelings are not longer alive.
I thought that I would never love someone else. And finally I did. Finally I let myself be happy with another woman who is not you.
The catastrophe is no longer here. I survived your beating. I still breathe without your golden hair. My mind is feeling so much pleasure. When she sees my lips, it makes me melt without a simple touch.
I am in love and grateful. I am honest with what I feel for this woman. She is much older than me and she loves me tenderly. I never thought I would be this loved. But not because I didn't deserve it, because of not being able to move on from you.
I accept I cannot have you in any moment or any space. It is not a punishment.
It is a relief no longer loving you. It is safe to be present in my life, not having you around my head.
But you know you will be always in the back of my mind.
Like a 60s song in my playlist.
Like a photo of you in my old gallery.
Two lovers destined to be apart.
I'll tell my kids about you and your voice. I'll say your name when I'm old. I'll remember your face in any lifetime. During this one, I will treasure every word you said to me.
This is the last time I will say your name here. Dear M. I love you until I forget myself. I love you til my words fall apart. I love you til I die.
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Writings (About The Past Love)
Ficción GeneralImagine 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...
