You loved her. Now you know that you loved her. Now you understand that it was real. In the beginning you dubtuted since you didn't believe in love. Ha! The irony. The cruel man with the coldest of hearts fell into the trap like any other fool. Pity, you lost in your own game. You spent your whole life hating the idea of love. Hating how pure it was. Hating how good it made you feel. Hating, you spent your life hating love, but you forgot how thin is the line separating the two. Love was a lie. Love was for the weak. That's what you've been repeating for years and years. Now look at yourself. No more the mysterious man that you worked so hard to built looking back at you in the mirror, but a stranger. No more the heartbreaker, but the heartbroken.
You loved her. Now you know you loved her, because now you feel the pain, the only thing she left behind. Cold and cruel and undying pain. You spent your life hating love because you knew it came with a hard price. What you didn't know, my friend, was that there is not escaping that pain. Now keep that in mind as you watch her walk away.
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Poesía"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often." Charles Bukows...
