To You, Who Left Almost Without Saying Goodbye
To you, who left almost without saying goodbye, who after so long (or at least I thought) you reduced everything to something insignificant. I still don’t understand how you can go from heat to cold in a matter of seconds. How a glance can lose the light in the same day and the words, which previously built solid foundations, become bombs aimed at my heart.
To you , yes. When did you change your mind? I’ve been so blind and ignorant that I didn’t realize it. How could I still believe that what was between us was true and authentic? Why didn’t you warn me when you began to feel that our safety mechanism was no longer protecting us?
Maybe I’ll be left without answers, with thousands of doubts and with a sense of guilt that consumes me. One day I will think that it was me, or someone else, maybe you, or us, or simply time and habit … While other days I will realize that going out will only serve me to feel more anguish, more suffering and, of course, to keep you more alive, even if only in my memories …
To you, who have been everything and become nothing in a matter of seconds
To you, yes. That you imagined your future with me, with a smile on your face. That you made me dream with travels, unique moments and unconditional support… That you involved me in your daily routine, in your new projects and even in your fantasies.
It was more you than me, in fact, who strongly weaved our enthusiasm, who reminded me how beautiful our feeling was and that nothing and no one would ever separate us. It was you who told me that all you needed was the way I made you feel, what I made you feel … Sometimes calm, other times peace, still others tranquility, passion, desire, overcoming and motivation, but above all the way in which I appreciated you and valued you.
I refuse to believe that you were able to erase everything in one fell swoop. Not only what we said to each other, but also what we hid behind gestures and hugs. The desire to conquer the world, cuddle us on the sofa with our eyes closed, take us by the hand, kiss us, fill us with compliments, joke and look for us on the bed, even if they only divided us a few millimeters, to make sure we were there, one by one. other, every morning. I refuse to believe it.
Maybe it should have been like this, but it’s really hard for me to believe that the happy time we wove together has frayed from morning to night . Call me incredulous, skeptical or ignorant, but feelings rule and I have a bad habit of always giving up on their evidence.
To you, who left without saying goodbye and who didn’t fight
To you, who left without saying goodbye. This letter is dedicated to you, made up of fiery words from a love that never seems to end .
I still can’t understand how this crack was formed, this lack of interest and this desire to close with everything that until recently binded us. But what kills me most inside is the uncertainty of not knowing your motives, of seeing that you have not even tried to fight, although it is the first time that the storm has come to shake us.
“To fight” is the verb that supports the spine of couples, at least of those who have grown up from well-being and who do not intend to leave everything at the first opportunity. Of those who know that unity is strength, that the illusion is extinguished when love evolves, but that its flame can burn again.
I’m sorry, but I don’t understand it. It is impossible to lock something without a key, without a padlock … something he has chosen instead of staying open. And it is even more difficult when you do not even consider the option to heal it or at least talk about what is happening.
Don’t think I haven’t regretted what I did to you. I know that in some moments my acts did not correspond to what you would have expected, but it is also true that I needed you to tell me. I’m not perfect. A word, a gesture, a small signal … Something that would show me how you felt in the face of the naivety of my acts. I don’t have a magic wand, to my great reluctance.
I want to apologize, hurting you was not my intention. I’m sorry if it did. But I still don’t understand the abruptness and speed of the situation. It wasn’t supposed to be like that, at least this first time. If there had been a previous one or if we had dragged along with the malaise for a long time, maybe it would all be easier for me. But this same day you held my hand, you told me you loved me and you made me share in one of your dreams … and then undo everything in the evening.
To you, yes. That you left without saying goodbye. I turn to you because your absence burns me, scratches me and makes me grow inside a feeling of emptiness that is ever wider. Because I love you, I miss you and I feel that I need you.
