My head is feeling numb, my ash tray is filled with done cigarrettes and I can't help but thinking of you, I just went to visit you last tuesday and it was so weird, I mean I miss you but I didn't feel the same feeling that I felt before...
I've just taken a very hard decision, I' ve taken off the bracelet that you gave me, your pictures are not longer in my walls, not because I don´t think of you, but because I think of you every minute that I breathe, and I know that I gotta move on... but it is hard you know... very very hard...
Recently I've been crying less, and I know that the crying situation is never gonna go away, and it might sound a bit masochist but I enjoy it... I enjoy crying for that love that we used to share, that love that we both embraced, and that we both thought that it was bigger than anything and will last forever, and I am sure that is the way it is, that is why I keep on crying, to make sure that you, wherever you are, are watching me, and feeling the same as I do, missing me, taking care of me and loving me as much as I do...