I can say that he is dead, as dead as my toenail. Gore, he'll tell. How can... How can it be? They tell me that life is a tragedy, especially when you are on your own... NO!
Hell no!!
It is beautiful, actually. There is great emptiness that you can allow people to fill in.
Its just that, your memories with the ones you love can't be erased. It'll hurt every now and then whenever you remember them. Do you know why? Because it will never be the same.
That moment he left, it was terrible. It hurts. Really hurts. I don't know why. I can list all the wrong things he did but none of it is the main reason.
Spaceless, he'll say.
I don't really know what it means. He says that spaceless is literally spaceless. I'll just conclude that spaceless means that with all the reasons for you to hate, love or whatever ... When none of it is actually fitting, it is spaceless. There'll be no more room for thinking of what could the reason be behind things. You just have to accept it.
As simple as that.
"When everything else fails, and it is time to lose me, you don't have to feel so sad. We are living in a spaceless world. Acceptance is the key to loses. Don't think anymore. It'll hurt. So don't, please."
He predicted his lost? My lost? Did he?
Or did he planned it all along? For what reason, then?
Never mind. I'm living in a spaceless world. But I can't erase the fact that I still love him after all these shits.
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