Dear OQ, yes I cherish who we were 30 years ago: two young men with a multiverse of lives ahead of them, yet limited by the wisdom beyond their years. I remember thinking you looked like an owl but now I know you are an owl.
To my beloved MP: I understand that you do not wish to be part of my life and I am grateful you left me guessing for, despite my need for closure, I don’t think I’d survive hearing from you that we are no more.
GN, all I wanted was your time. I was heartbroken but now, having made it through the wilderness, I decided that I am not ready to let it go, so I won’t! I am not the type who forgives - or forgets, so I won’t.
Dear little LC. No, it doesn’t get better but it does look easier with time: everything is temporary if you give it enough time... and - ah, the best part is that, after it all, the mystery remains intact.
Goodbye IR. With you I learned that there is a difference between dreaming and pretending, so I left. I wasn’t ready to present you the anatomy of my crash, so I left. I am so sorry I left…
MK, I know I am still missing the miracle: “One step at the time”, you grumble. You deserve the rapture for putting up with my Jackyl and Hydeness as you take me back to square one, clearing the flash-backs as we go along.
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