while packing again to go to the sea I found the journal u gave me in July 2009 for my 27th b-day
I found inside two letters I wrote u and never sent u
some words were really intense
made me realize how much I loved u, even more than I wanted to admit
u woke me up, even with ur wrong ways
u put me in front of the mirror and showed me how everything was
how everything can be
amazing
I will post those words later, because I don't want them to get lost again, like we did.
I found inside two letters I wrote u and never sent u
some words were really intense
made me realize how much I loved u, even more than I wanted to admit
u woke me up, even with ur wrong ways
u put me in front of the mirror and showed me how everything was
how everything can be
amazing
I will post those words later, because I don't want them to get lost again, like we did.
what I did last weekend, before leaving for a wonderful weekend in Berlin, was throwing away the last things I had of him. A photo, a couple of letters, a postcard.
ReplyDeleteHe is gone. I feel like I am gone too, but maybe I will find myself again in a small street of a south-French city.
La vie est dure, c'est ca?
Io non sono d'accordo. Anche se poi è finita, sarebbe come rinnegare ogni momento bello che c'è stato (poi va beh, se le butti perchè non ti servono e occupano spazio è una cosa, ma se le butti per quello che rappresentano...uhm, è già diverso).
ReplyDeletebhè, anche io in principio tendo a tenere le cose. ne ho di relazioni più vecchie. però a quel punto mi sentivo così e quindi l'ho fatto.
ReplyDeletei momenti non li rinnego, solo sentivo che era ora di far sì che quelle parole rimangano e sbiadiscano lentamente solo nella mia memoria.