7 Ways Of Losing You - EN

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We are standing on the street, between pouring snowflakes, you and me, in an embrace, lost in our thoughts. I hope you know, how much this means to me. The feeling that I'm not alone, or at least I wasn't for a while. But now you are leaving, and although you promised, I know you'll never come back. This wasn't the kind of promise which people usually keep. I just know.

The others are all here too, but it's like they have frozen together with time and the snowflakes. I could say it hurts to admit, but I can actually say it with a heart lighter than a feather, that they never mattered at all. Only you and me. Your heart locked in ice, which could always only be warmed by the ones who were as cold as you, and my soul, which is not more than a cockleboat flouncing on an ocean hit by emotional storms. Your sorrow, shining like ice blue crystals, and my tranquil resignation, which has created this eternal spring, crowned with snowing.
Only we two believed in our dreams, so only we were able to lose them, and, from minute to minute, wake up to realise that we are embracing our own pillows instead of each other, while the summer sun, with its painfully hot rays, is trying to pull us back to the reality where we don't know each other anymore.