In a few days it will be half a year since I last spoke to you, half a year of missing you, half a year of thinking about you, half a year without you in my life, half a year leaving you in peace, half a year without bothering you, half a year without interrupting your daily life. Almost half a year has passed and I still can't accept that nothing was real, that you never cared, that all I got was pity, nothing was real or sincere, but I'm a fool for continuing to wait for you, waiting for a message from you or some sign to forget everything and so I can continue in your life, because I still need you, I want to see you, hear you, I want you in my life but that's not going to happen anymore, because I was the one who took you out of it, the one who decided to put an end to everything.
