And... As always I lay on my chair
Writing you this letter with all my feelings that are brought while doing so.
I stopped the delicated hand of mine which softly embrace its pen from the inside and I suddenly reminisce about the circumstances that made us be what we are now.
A transparente tear, similar to a drop of the heavy rain, fall from my, now pinkish cheek.
Could I be more foolish?
I do not think so.
Fellows, population, including people talk. without being aware of the absolutely damage they make to the others, they make to themselves. Becoming their own enemies for life and so on.
But I'm not stupid bae, if you want to play, let's play and see who wins. But then I warn you love, you can't give up.
I am utterly destroyed due to the damage you made.
Without even ask he just stole my heart and gave it to me into shattered pieces. Without even a word you ruin what we have become.
This story does not finish with a cheerful ending, I'm afraid. But what's more it ends with a teaching:
How to take revenge of the man you used to love.
