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Please talk to me.
Talk to me and tell me something.
Tell me that you don’t love me anymore.
Tell me that you no longer need me in your life.
Tell me that you’ve chosen her over me.
Tell me that I’m not enough, that I was never enough.
Tell me that you don’t think of me like you think of her.
Tell me you’re leaving and you’ll never come back.
Tell me anything you want but please talk to me.

If I could..
I would jump the mountains
And cross the oceans..
I would fly through the skies
Or walk a thousand miles
Just to see a smile on your face..
And feel your warm embrace..

—Athenability


And I wished deleting memories was as easy as deleting your messages.

And I wished deleting memories was as easy as deleting your messages.


“Pancakes, chocolates, ice cream.. Those were her anti-depressants. Sometimes they help but there are those inevitable moments when they just can’t ease the pain.”

“Pancakes, chocolates, ice cream.. Those were her anti-depressants. Sometimes they help but there are those inevitable moments when they just can’t ease the pain.”


Day 7

On the train, Silvana started a conversation with our classmate, Valerio.

Silvana: “Valerio! Da quanto tempo sei fidanzato?” How long are you with your girlfriend?
Valerio: “Da 6 anni e mezzo.” 6 years and a half.
Grecka: “Ma non ti scocci?” Don’t you get bored?
Valerio: “No..” *shook head* 
Silvana: “Quanti anni avevi quando ti sei fidanzato?” How old are you when you started your relationship?
Valerio: “Avevo 16 anni e mezzo..Lei aveva 19 anni. E’ più grande di me.” I was 16 and a half and she was 19. She’s older than me.

I was left speechless. It made me realize that ours just didn’t work out. *pout* (unless he changes his mind)

Today, I saw him/He saw me at the station. I was going to get my annual ticket, so we took the same train. Our conversation was so awkward. But my sadness was evident. I asked him how he could act like everything’s fine. He said I always think I know everything but the truth is, I don’t because I’m not in his clothes. I wanted to stay with him longer but he refused. He said he was glad that he saw me and we had the chance to talk for several minutes. In the end, I gave him what I always had on my bag — a flash drive with our photos, videos, songs and recorded conversations.

I’m really doing my best to win him back, to show him how much I treasure what we had, to fight for what I love, to show him how much I care. Yet he thinks this is the best for the both of us. He wants my happiness, but he just can’t realize that my happiness is him. 


At night, there is no pillow so soft as a clear conscience. But in the morning, there is no alarm more effective than spontaneous & unwanted memories and used-to-be’s.

It’s tough… Especially when I know that he planned it, without a clue, without a warning. He made me believe that everything was going well despite of the usual arguments, which ,I believe, is normal to have in a relationship. I wonder what have I done wrong? Or what have I not done? Of course, It will also be difficult for him. But we can not deny that it’s way harder on my part. It’s harder because my world revolved around him. He was everything for me. He was my boyfriend, my best friend. He was my peace of mind, my strength. He was simply my life.  I may not know the real reason behind this. But if he chose to do it this way just to hurt less, I wouldn’t know what to say. Maybe he calls it courage.. But I call it cowardice.

It’s tough… Especially when I know that he planned it, without a clue, without a warning. He made me believe that everything was going well despite of the usual arguments, which ,I believe, is normal to have in a relationship. I wonder what have I done wrong? Or what have I not done?

Of course, It will also be difficult for him. But we can not deny that it’s way harder on my part. It’s harder because my world revolved around him. He was everything for me. He was my boyfriend, my best friend. He was my peace of mind, my strength. He was simply my life. 

I may not know the real reason behind this. But if he chose to do it this way just to hurt less, I wouldn’t know what to say. Maybe he calls it courage.. But I call it cowardice.


Every time we argue, we kindle a self-destructing fire. The root of the argument is a matchstick which ignites everything. I am the log silently laying, not reacting to anything except water or flame. You are the oxygen. You tend to make things worse, when you keep talking.

Every time we argue, we kindle a self-destructing fire. The root of the argument is a matchstick which ignites everything. I am the log silently laying, not reacting to anything except water or flame. You are the oxygen. You tend to make things worse, when you keep talking.


I miss you. I miss the magical feeling when I look into your eyes. I miss how everything goes slow when you talk. I miss how you hold me like you don’t wanna let me go. I miss the way you kiss me as if there’s no tomorrow. I miss our one hour long exchange-of-goodbye-and-take-care. I miss watching horror movies with you. I miss your puppy eye look, your silly jokes, your smile, your caress. I miss the times when I turn my back and  you pull me closer to you, then you hug me from behind. I miss your warm breath on my shoulder. I miss every little thing about you.


Here I am alone— Waiting for something which will never arrive, distracting myself and diverting my thoughts of you; wondering if I should send you a message and ask if you’ve already taken your meal or how was your day going. I should’ve done it if you did the same.  It has been 10 hours of waiting and longing to hear your voice. 10 hours of getting excited to every beep, running towards my phone and getting disappointed not to see your name on the screen. 10 long hours of preoccupation.. of crying not knowing what what might have happened. It’s fear over anger. And then there you are, surrounded with a lot of people — talking with them, fooling around, playing games, enjoying your summer not thinking about me, not minding when your phone beeps.. taking it for granted.  I never felt this lonely before. It sucks to know that I don’t even cross your mind. Maybe you’re just used to enjoying alone without me. And maybe I just need to wait a couple of hours more before I can get used to your absence too. Last night draft

Here I am alone— Waiting for something which will never arrive, distracting myself and diverting my thoughts of you; wondering if I should send you a message and ask if you’ve already taken your meal or how was your day going. I should’ve done it if you did the same. 

It has been 10 hours of waiting and longing to hear your voice. 10 hours of getting excited to every beep, running towards my phone and getting disappointed not to see your name on the screen. 10 long hours of preoccupation.. of crying not knowing what what might have happened. It’s fear over anger.

And then there you are, surrounded with a lot of people — talking with them, fooling around, playing games, enjoying your summer not thinking about me, not minding when your phone beeps.. taking it for granted. 

I never felt this lonely before. It sucks to know that I don’t even cross your mind. Maybe you’re just used to enjoying alone without me. And maybe I just need to wait a couple of hours more before I can get used to your absence too.

Last night draft


To lie on a sunlounger with the one you love under a beach umbrella on a hot summer day while listening to the waves and watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. 

To lie on a sunlounger with the one you love under a beach umbrella on a hot summer day while listening to the waves and watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. 


I like it. I like it when you kiss me. That kiss so deep and sincere, it makes me literally crazy about you. I like it when you hug me and make me feel like a baby. I feel so safe and warm in your arms. I like your perfume. It’s my addiction. I like it when you fix my hair. I like it when you laugh about absurd things. I like it when you say I’m fantastic. But I like it more when you get jealous. I like it when you remain enchanted and soon I find myself two inches away from you and then you tell me that I’m beautiful. And then I’m lost for words.

I like it. I like it when you kiss me. That kiss so deep and sincere, it makes me literally crazy about you. I like it when you hug me and make me feel like a baby. I feel so safe and warm in your arms. I like your perfume. It’s my addiction. I like it when you fix my hair. I like it when you laugh about absurd things. I like it when you say I’m fantastic. But I like it more when you get jealous. I like it when you remain enchanted and soon I find myself two inches away from you and then you tell me that I’m beautiful. And then I’m lost for words.


Everynight before I go to sleep, I always think of the possibility that I may lose you anytime. The mere thought of losing you brings me to tears. It’s the greatest fear I have right now knowing that nothing’s permanent and everything changes. I’m afraid you might find someone better. I’m afraid your feelings might change in a blink of an eye. I wouldn’t know what to do if ever you go away. You’re my only hope. You’re the reason why at the end of the day, I go on. You’re my life.

Everynight before I go to sleep, I always think of the possibility that I may lose you anytime. The mere thought of losing you brings me to tears. It’s the greatest fear I have right now knowing that nothing’s permanent and everything changes. I’m afraid you might find someone better. I’m afraid your feelings might change in a blink of an eye. I wouldn’t know what to do if ever you go away. You’re my only hope. You’re the reason why at the end of the day, I go on. You’re my life.


Do you know that I love you? I don’t think I can explain myself enough. I love you. I can add “to death, so much, more than anything” or other things, but I think these three words say everything by itself, without adding anything, apart from your name. Then I’d like to clear myself that I don’t say these words to fill those moments of silence after a kiss. This is what I feel, believe it or not.

Do you know that I love you? I don’t think I can explain myself enough. I love you. I can add “to death, so much, more than anything” or other things, but I think these three words say everything by itself, without adding anything, apart from your name. Then I’d like to clear myself that I don’t say these words to fill those moments of silence after a kiss. This is what I feel, believe it or not.