Mi sono girata verso la parte vuota del letto
e penso a quanto vorrei che fossi qui in questo momento
Sarebbe bello averti tra le braccia mentre ti accarezzo
Sarebbe bello poterti augurare la buonanotte e svegliare con un bacio
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None of them knew it was their last kiss.
None of them knew that sooner or later, everything will end.
None of them knew that in time, they will become two strangers.
But both of them knew that they will never stop loving each other.
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..
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."
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.