I remember that my first clash with life’s struggles was four years ago, when one of my friends revealed to the world, rhetorically talking, one of my dearest secrets. It wasn’t something of supreme importance, but I was just a child with an innocent heart, a heart that had never been hurt before. Besides, she didn’t just reveal my secrets; she added her own stuff, making a non-true gossip.
”Hey there, it’s been almost 23 months since you left, and I would really like to know if you have thought about me at least once during this whole time, cause I’ve thought about it, I mean you, about you; I’ve been thinking about you every morning during all this 684 days as soon as I open my eyes. Yeah, I’ve been counting them. I don’t cry anymore, but if you want to know if I miss you… Of course I do! and it hurts, a lot actually.
I think it’s pretty unfair and pathetic the fact that I’ve wasted a lot of time suffering and thinking about you, when probably you don’t even remember I once existed in your life.
It took me a long time to accept you were gone and out of my life, so please don’t bother to reply, I’m sure I would break down again…ha ha