Today I've thought about you for hours. I could remember most of the happy moments we've spent together and all the crazy things I did for you, but none of the bad things. Is funny how selective memory becomes.
When I got in my room, it smelled like it used to smell in your parents' home. I smiled and my eyes got wet thinking about them.
Sometimes I wish you were here, with your head on my shoulder, in silence. I would be playing with your hair and draw circles on your beautiful lips. And the silence would be ours to break with a long-lasting-breathless kiss. The silence would be ours...
I'm happy you're not here. I'm happy we're not together anymore. I'm happy I broke up with you. I'm glad I don't have to put up with your unwillingness to become the mother of my children. I'm happy you're gone.
The silence is ours.
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