Reblog if you think Donald Trump should be the first man on the Sun.
I promised I’d never write a good text about you. Turns out I promised a lot of things I couldn’t keep. You aren’t gonna have a bad time now.
I think I’ve left so many things to say and you deserve to know them somehow. I’m sorry it took me three years and a bunch of bad words and bad decisions to finaly put into words what was going on in my mind. It’ll be quick and dramatic, you should know.
Hubby,
You were the only guy in my entire nineteen years old life that heard my most honest ‘I love you’. You were the only one that truly deserved it and I wish I have said it more times. It doesn’t matter that we used to text each other every day and say in the middle of almost every conversation ‘you are so pretty, I love you’. It doesn’t matter that every time we said goodbye we said ‘have a goodnight, I love you’. It doesn’t matter that we constantly wrote notes to each other making fun of our(noses)selves and end it up with one ‘I love you’. None of this was enough. What proves this right is the fact that many of these words are still stuck in my throat, patiently waiting for us to start talking again. They are here to remind me that some things we can’t simply let go.
After all that happened I need you to know how kills me not having you around. It’s like watching Hogwarts on fire or Ash turning into stone or Spider Man losing Uncle Ben. You were a huge part of my life and I absolutely hate the fact that you aren’t anymore. I wish you knew all my new dreams, my new friends, my new life. I wish I knew yours too.
My dearest memory is our first time at Outback. We were two children having bread with shrimp for lunch and a very bad iced tea. You ordered Coke and I wanted to drink some, but that time I was too shy to ask you. You couldn’t cut the australian bread and it was very funny. That day was special because you were there.
My sweetest memory is that day we watched Sherlock Holmes. I had my period and you bought me drugs because it hurt. I can’t hold my smile when I remember you telling your part of the story; ‘Boy, does your stomach hurt?’. Priceless.
I still keep some of your gifts. I’d keep them all but that time I didn’t take enough care because I knew that if I lost something, you’d be there next day to help me find it. The ones left are at my most loved place; my drawer of my favorite things. Yes, your gifts belong to my favorite things. Nothing has changed.
Pagogo,
This is an apology letter. I’m trying my best to show you that our friendship was one of the best things that have ever happened to me. I do apologize for all the damage. I’m so sorry for everything. I’m up to do everything to fix things, if you want it too. The battle is in your hands now, but I would lay my armor down if you said you’d rather love than fight (please Taylor save me on this one). I’m forever and always thankful for all that you’ve done to me. You were near me in the worst part of my life and without you I couldn’t have gone through it. All that times that you made me feel big, that you made me laugh, that you stood with me talking til 4 am. It meant the world to me.
Even knowing we can’t go back, all this feeling will be resting in the most beautiful part of me. Thank you for being here, you’ll never leave this place.
Hope we can start again somehow.
“I just feel so alone, even when I’m surrounded by other people.”
Lost in translation (2003) dir. Sofia Coppola
Que lugar delicioso de estar.
