It took me so long to talk about you. To write about you. I haven’t been thinking about you lately, but sometimes memories came across. I haven’t been seeing your eyes for so long. I haven’t heard your voice. Sometimes, I can’t remember your face. It’s sad.
You know sometimes when I pass down streets we have been passing together, I remember. I remember the feeling. Heart full of love, beating so fast. Like a heart attack. I remember the butterflies in my stomach. I remember the goosebumps everytime you kissed my lips, everytime you hug me. I remember that. Not the face.
Most of the time I missed the feeling, not you. Because I felt happy then, loved and fulfilled. That is why I am not sorry for fell in love with you.
I was sad. And it hurt a lot, at the beginning. And then less, and less. . . .And one day, the pain was gone.
The years have been passing, and I have been thinking. It is Ok. I do not love you anymore. And it doesn’t hurt anymore. But I believe, the pain and the broken heart is still here. But, our heart is getting bigger over time by living happily, by loving and being loved. So, the old broke parts, are still there, they just don’t look so big now. But, they are there. Forever.