It is always weird meeting new people that knows my past. Although I am not that fussed about it anymore, it still makes me feel like I have to behave myself just in case the stories get to your ears.
I like my memories of you at the end, but it's not all about fun too, like any relationship.
I like to leave my memories how it is, it is in a beautiful frame, hanged and untouched, and it should be left that way.
Why does it feel like a sin to talk about your lost loved ones? You still made a mark on my life in a good way and a bad way. And it will be a lie that if I ever tell anyone about you, it is only about a positive matter.
I still remember your last words.
"You keep on moving, and live your life. I want to see you achieving your dream. Stay proud of who you are, and remember that you are 1 special person, and never ever change".
When I meet people who are still in contact with you, or is possible to be in touch with you, I feel the need to prove to them that I am still living proud, so if you ever ask, they can tell you that you can be proud of me, with or without you.
I'm definitely not trying to be a bitch saying "I'm better off without you", but I want you to feel that it was the right choice that we broke up. I know you are the one who made the decision in the end, but if having my dream is the cause of our failure, then it is only I to blame. But because "we" no longer happens, I want you to know that you made a right choice for me.
Shit happens in this world, but this shit, it was definitely meant to happen.
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