Bytespace's Corner

From me, after we stopped being us,

It’s been about three months now, and I’ve been feeling way better. There’s still a lot of things to be felt, to be forgotten, to be transformed. Love never really dies, it just grow and changes with you.

Don’t have a lot to say right now, but felt the urge to update this page.

Anger was the uncomfortable phase, and maybe sometimes it still is, but I’m grateful for these feelings to start fading away. I’m letting myself feel them. Learn from them.

Breakup felt unfair, there was a lot of stuff that I learned in order to be with you, a lot of things that I grew up around them; but sometimes it all felt in vain, it didn’t felt reciprocal. Guess maybe this is just how I’m feeling.

May still come back later and continue writing.

Dear special person,

There’s too much to say, and, at the same time, there’s no point in saying anything at all, but this is for me to try to grasp at least a bit of closure.

I had met you for a long time, about eight years. Time flies without a doubt when you’re with someone you deeply love and care about.

Even though I’m a mess, you saw something worth loving in me, and I’ll be forever grateful for that because I didn’t feel deserving of love. We may have had some bad days for sure, but feeling special for you made everything lighter.

Thinking about living my life without you feels very scary; every step is a leap of faith that I’ll not fall into the void.

Everything feels meaningless.

I still remember the first time that I touched your skin, the taste of our first kiss, and how nervous I was whenever you were around. To be honest, I never believed that you chose me to share a bit of your life.

Truly I’m still angry at myself for making you believe that I didn’t care for nor enjoy those little moments when you ran away to the door to greet me with a soft and warm smile; How you started dancing or singing randomly, overflowing the environment with joy and happiness; The way you almost closed your eyes when laughing and that you blushed whenever I kissed your forehead.

You meant the world to me, and it hurt very deeply when I understood that it wasn’t the same the other way around. Everything ended with me still feeling like working towards a shared life. Couldn’t even say everything I wanted you to know.

Suddenly every love song felt empty.

There’s too much to say, and I might continue writing here, not even knowing if you’ll ever read it.