He fulfills everything that is on my black list, on my “don’t do list”, and still I did what I did. Knowing the reason is actually going to make a difference? That won’t take the pain away, won’t vanish the last three months. 

Battle of knowing who the worst of both us is, is not going to make us be better persons. We both lock a hell inside ourselves, we both have reasons to be ashamed.

When looking thru the glass all I see is sorrow. So much pain. How were we capable of destroying so much happiness in such short amount of time? Were we paying for our fake perfection? I believe indeed we were forced to be true to each other. We built with hope but keeping dark secrets and unsettling truths which weight had to tare us apart. 

We are tremendously different, but have so much in common, our goals always were on opposite directions but still we fought to make it work. We manage to enjoy our time together despite everything else...that seemed to be enough. 

When saying that losing you will mean losing a part of myself too, I was being practical. I had no idea. You are part of me, we separating is cutting by the middle what has already the same roots.

You haven’t even gone and I already feel the emptiness your absence will leave. I resist to lose your hand for good... every time it slides away I throw my body at the edge to grab it again. Your touch makes me feel safe, and am scared to think that I have already lose that. That there is not going back. 

Future away from you is all darkness that excites me but scares me at the same time. I don´t know what road I should take. I am not used to walk by myself.
We were also pieces of different puzzles but we made them match. And it was supposed to be forever.
But I have hurt you so badly that I should just walk away, you should run away from me as everyone tells you to. There is no good or kindness in me.
I'm worst than you know, way worst.