Two years ago I was so happy to have found you.
Today I wish you the very best and a very happy life.
We have been over for a little under a year, with occasional slip ups and forbidden reunions. There was still love there, and there still is love now, but of a different kind.
We love each other like we will be missed we die, will worry sick if each other gets sick and will be there if ever we call each other.
Not like we want to call and tell about an amazing day, nor like we want to factor each other's input before making a big decision, or cry together about a bad day, or be angry about an insufferable coworker.
Actually, no. I'm not ready to say goodbye yet. Today I am a little closer to being ready to say goodbye, but not yet. - August 20th, 2022.
Today, I am. I love you, but goodbye. - September 3rd.
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