“This year I’m going to love and be loved.”
For the first time in a while, I saw hope in her eyes.
“This year I’m going to love and be loved.”
For the first time in a while, I saw hope in her eyes.
Last night, I was hit. I was hit so hard. I was hit by a strong wave of nastalgia. And I wanted to write to you. I wanted to talk to you. But I couldn’t. I read your name and for some reason I couldn’t write a word. So I cried… I cried myself to sleep.
Every night
I go to bed with one thought in mind
“Tomorrow, I’m going to forget”
And when tomorrow comes,
I forget to forget
I still think of you when I write.
I still imagine you reading my words, overwhelmed with jealousy, thinking ‘who is it about this time?’.
I still wonder how can you not know, that it was for you, only you.
Or maybe you did…
Maybe you did…
I remember
When I wished that I was better
When I wished that what I had to offer was enough
When I wished that I, myself, was good enough
But now I pray…
I pray for strength
The strength to accept
The strength to forget
And the strength to love again
You came into my life
And taught me how to love…
Now please, before you leave
Teach me how to let go…