I'm writing in English. Again. You bumped into my head. Once more. It was weird. It still is. We both are. We. What were we? I don't know. No name, no definition under it, lots of things in it. Lots of silent feelings in my noisy world.
There's no way to make this work. Its okay. I know. We both understand. Letting go is the best thing to do. The good has already been done. Memories will stay. No pain in them. Better this way.
Remember our goodbye? So silent. We couldn't speak. What now? What then... we never were able to say that word, that goodbye.
You fixed me. Well, no. You made me feel like I was fixed. Long walks by the Seine. Fresh air, you know. As soon as you dissappeared I knew I was still broken. All of my demons, each of one you had carefully hidden, came out, all at once.
There's no one in between us. There is just the world. World hits you hard sometimes. And the worst thing is you can never punch or fight it back.
I still think of him, though. Maybe 'cause we didn't have time to fall in love. Maybe I could be crying over you instead of him.
We did the right thing. The right choices, every time. We tried until it became too dangerous.
Fear tore us apart. Rational fear. I know how it feels to get your heart broken. It's an unbearable pain. Theres no way to understand it until you live it. Not even through reading, music, films... not even through writing. I'm afraid of love too. And at the same time, it's the only way to save me.
I believe something led us together. I was down. Deep down. You taught me to breathe. I sometimes wonder if you really realized how all of that happened. How my smile became true.
I don't know how to finish. Maybe cause lots of things havent ended up yet. Maybe cause theres still some hope. Some hope for me to be saved. To be saved by you.