Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Draga Ionel, acum nu e despre vise.

I have to say this. I have to say that after three years I still think of you. I also have to say that I lied to myself and to you when I said I had forgiven you. I haven't. I know I can't do anything about it, and neither can you, it just is. I don't even know how it would feel like to have forgiven you, but I am sure that I would know if this happened. I would feel free. I am still angry with me that I believed you so completely, and with you that you led me to believe it all. At times, I find myself still attracted to you, so attracted that in that very moment I would give anything to just make love to you one more time. I am sure that one day I will forgive you and I will look back at what happened as I look back at so many warm memories, with a peaceful nostalgia and much joy. I don't know what you are going to do with this. I just had to say it.

6 comments:

Departe said...

...scrisori deschise. vine un moment cand toti le scriem, nu? si da, timul ajuta, la fel cum ajuta si detasarea/departarea. nu?

jane said...

nu?

k. said...

nu stiu inca :)

alexedi said...

eu cred ca nu cred ca ajuta.

Anonymous said...

Iar eu sunt complet iritata acuma de halul in care nu ajuta.

Anonymous said...

Tin in palme un fel de bulgare fierbinte, il ascund sub haine, in functie de anotimp. Il prafuiesc, il sterg, il prafuiesc, il sterg. Ca o poza de portofel cu o persoana care a plecat: ce dracu mai cauta poza de portofel in portofelul meu?
Daca ridic putin privirea din bulgare, in jurul meu e lumea, vie si frumoasa.
Eu dau de pamant cu bulgarele asta, sa fie clar.
Bulgare, its your time to go.