April/4
A year.
I can't believe it. We broke up, and the days have passed, but my situation hasn't improved. I'm still at the point you left me in. Every time I go to check your page, I wonder, was it recklessness? Was it because we became attached before we loved each other? Our daily conversations had an effect I still can't describe. Perhaps you were too reserved to express yourself, and I suppressed any emotion that might escape me. I still cry over this foolishness and the passion we fell into. It was something strange, with no place, no future, but we just kept going. I don't know what grew and increased with it, except for our laughter. My brother, my twin, that's what you always called me... and indeed, I can no longer find anyone like you. I will no longer enjoy all the words, jokes, mannerisms, and silly shared experiences... I know you will be disappointed... betrayed... because of me. I know that if I came, you would break my heart with your cruelty, just as I did to you... Since the beginning of April, I've been wondering what caused my depression... How are you? Do you read? Do you write? Do you cry? Do you drink tea with cakes? Do you hug your mother every time you return? Do you still smile with your friends? ...Ah, I don't know. Perhaps it's just a memory that will fade... pass away... or you will allow it to pass away... It was a farewell... filled with a sincere prayer... tears whose cause is unknown... and then no trace again except in memory...
