... (you know if it was you)
Hi honey. At the time you're reading my message, I'll be watching funny movie of something like that, thinking of anything-anyone else except you... except us.
Time cures.
Time makes me feel alive.
Feelings come, passion goes away. Now, I become a better person (hope to be so), and I don't need you anymore.
Don't need, but love - could it be, just take it as is.
Don't need you to make myself proud of being yours - any girl wants to, trust me.
Don't need you to beat my loneliness - happy I'm enough to stay alone.
Don't need to prove to anyone, that I can love myself 'cause I could love you - that was really hard for sometimes.
Needing is bad passion. Needing is a kind of lust - sure you've been thinking of, honey.
Love is freedom. I loved you - so I let you live your own life as you see.
I loved you - and I had gone away.
I loved you, I'm still loving you, feeling it as it was light, sweet, useful vector of being.
Not need - needing is suffering, dark, hard way of living.
They say, the only meaning thing is love, the one thing which is worth dying for. Maybe.
But now I know, my dream is worth living, that makes me feel comfort.
Nothing else, nothing more, love as it was and it can ever be, me and my dream, you and your pride - how can we choose?
Be yourself, staying the best man I'd ever met. In my past and in yours.
My future requires acting. Will you act? suppose - not. One day, once again, another man would come. Once again I'll trust him. And my belief will make him the best man I'd ever known.
Now that place is vacant.
Perhaps, I'll burn it or fill up with all kinds of stuff for a while....
practice of language helps hearts find the way to each other. In our case, I'm not even sure what language to write.