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| Picture taken by Madelaine Bustamante |
I have had these roses since September 2015, the month you asked me to stop
writing you, they may seem dead; but they're still alive for me... as
long as I can see their crestfallen shape and their lackluster colors, I
will continue considering them alive beings. See? Everything concerning
you is still alive for me. I keep on finding reasons for us to go on as
you, surely, focus on keeping reasons for us not to. It's been more
than a year already, I have finally told you I'll set you free and you
can't imagine how ridiculously hard it is for me to let you go, even
now.
Talking in an unbiased way, I can't do anything but admit my faults, but talking from the inner of my soul I can tell you have a lot to do with the pain I am going through now and even with your own, because I warned you how difficult it'd be to stay with someone like me since the very beginning still you insisted on me trusting you to be the one reaching that goal, and I can't stop blaming me cause you're not here today; I wonder who I blame the most at the end of the day, you or me? I guess it doesn't matter anymore, whether the fault is yours, mine, or simply both, your absence remains the same.
My love for you remains intact, even through everything and everybody. I may have agreed on leaving you in peace, although that would never mean stop loving you; in the end, it's a matter of wish as you say, I have to want and I can't want to make you disappear from the story of my life. It's not about the sadness that I feel now, it's about all the happiness, the joy, the sweetness, the good moments filled with the shine of the pearl that you are. You were, you are and you'll always be such a masterpiece, even if I am not anymore the artwork you want to stay admiring until the last days of your life. You'll always be that empty room that I have inside of me, where I used to have the most beautiful painting, and I go in every day, just to remember how glorious it was to be in your presence.
It may not be the end of the world, but what a splendid world has gone with you!
#UnGiornoTreAutunni
Talking in an unbiased way, I can't do anything but admit my faults, but talking from the inner of my soul I can tell you have a lot to do with the pain I am going through now and even with your own, because I warned you how difficult it'd be to stay with someone like me since the very beginning still you insisted on me trusting you to be the one reaching that goal, and I can't stop blaming me cause you're not here today; I wonder who I blame the most at the end of the day, you or me? I guess it doesn't matter anymore, whether the fault is yours, mine, or simply both, your absence remains the same.
My love for you remains intact, even through everything and everybody. I may have agreed on leaving you in peace, although that would never mean stop loving you; in the end, it's a matter of wish as you say, I have to want and I can't want to make you disappear from the story of my life. It's not about the sadness that I feel now, it's about all the happiness, the joy, the sweetness, the good moments filled with the shine of the pearl that you are. You were, you are and you'll always be such a masterpiece, even if I am not anymore the artwork you want to stay admiring until the last days of your life. You'll always be that empty room that I have inside of me, where I used to have the most beautiful painting, and I go in every day, just to remember how glorious it was to be in your presence.
It may not be the end of the world, but what a splendid world has gone with you!
#UnGiornoTreAutunni
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