Since the terrible day of our breakup, things have not been as painful as before. But no matter how much time has passed and how much better I seem to be, there is something left: how a photo, a song or just hearing your first name can so quickly bring me back to moments that we shared. Sometimes I wonder if it is possible that a part of me will love you forever, and if it is possible that it will be good.
Because, most of the time, I’m pretty sure I can say that I’ve moved on. Then there are those moments when my heart still seems to beat for you. Honestly, there is a part of me that will always feel love for you.
I don’t cry anymore when I look at pictures of us, I rather feel a bittersweet feeling. This kind of feeling that fills me with joy because I think of this love that I was lucky to live with you. But it’s also a feeling of emptiness, a feeling that leaves me pensive, wondering if one day I would have the chance to relive that again.
No matter how much time goes by, if you need me, I’ll be there. No matter what time of my life I am in, I sincerely believe that I could give up everything to be there when you need me.
I always felt like you had some kind of grip on me. This type of grip that would allow you to take me back a few steps, no matter how good everything is in my life.
The spark and the passion between us may go back to ancient history, but I don’t think that means that my love for you has completely disappeared. In a way, it terrifies me because I am afraid that everything will come back suddenly, in a few seconds …
Maybe it’s because you were my first true and mature love. Perhaps it is because I have given you so much, only to lose everything in a few seconds. Maybe it’s because of how you make me feel, something I had never felt before. For whatever reason, letting go has always been difficult. Even if the days when I loved you seem to belong to another era, I keep a part of you with me.
But maybe this is normal. Maybe love leaves its mark on us. And we keep a special place in our heart for each love we live. And maybe that’s exactly how it should be.
