duminică, 15 februarie 2009

...the end

I always imagined the end in a tragic way..like i will feel pain or like i coludn't find the strenght to breath by my self again...but today when it happened i didn't knew how to react...what to say...i was to be furious, upset...but i was just wordless and empty...i felt a sensation of emptyness. I saw the pictures that he probably forgot to delete and when he told some friend of him send him those i knew he was telling me a lie...i could see it in his eyes...they were emply of sense, of everything. Then was the end. The end of a love i protected so much and i gave up almost everything for it. The end of the good me...the end of everything i built and the end of my feelings...that i raised them like a little child. My memories? I left them beside, now i don't need them anymore...because everything is gone...a year and a half? that zero now...is the end...