_____________DEY1_______________ Dear diary, my name is Eva Levinson, it's the first moment in my life when I managed to write how I feel, I've tried many times, I have this notebook for 5 years, since I received it as a gift from my mother on my birthday 10 years. I never managed to write in it, every time I took the pen in my hand and the notebook in my arms, something kept me writing, we put the pen on the sheet but my hand didn't write, my brain didn't work, I didn't know what I was feeling or thinking. .
Until that moment when I felt like I was falling apart, until I broke into thousands of pieces like a mirror, broken, tightened and thrown away, only that sometimes a shard, no matter how small, cuts you, enters you in my skin and it hurts, that's how I am, I hurt people just because there was someone in my life who did the same thing to me.
Now I can write, I can write in this notebook yellowed by the time that has passed with bitterness and suffering.
It all started with his cruel disappearance, he wrecked me for what I am. He just left, no words, no signs, no kisses, or at least a goodbye hug.
I miss him, I miss him to the marrow of my bones, to my soul and beyond. I love him, oh God how much I love him !! But in vain, he left and left me desolate and cursed with his longing.
It took me to the abyss and then, now, the longing for us is more heartbreaking than if you tore every piece of skin on my own body.
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