You make me fall in love with you, live and die, die, and then you turn away.
You gave me everything, but told me that you are just a small episode in my life.
There are traces of you, memories, life everywhere. Without your chairs, sofas, walls, walkways, stairs, weather without you, buses, pizza shops, spring, summer, autumn, winter.
In those days without you, I had nothing to do but blow up your phone, flirt in your old shirt, eat hazel, and be overwhelmed. Where are you at these times, when I need you the most.
Those letters, those letters you wrote, because you wanted me to understand that you are an omnipotent bastard, and that you can expect all my anger, depression, restlessness, boredom, loneliness, disappointment, even the new life, in you Under your letter, I am like your remote control, and you are at the mercy of my life.
Well, I admit, those letters were pretty much the only source of my life. It was only when I read the letter that I was sure that I was alive.
You told me that it doesn't take a lifetime to forget a person, you gave me a cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and then I hoped that I would forget you, go to the morning and evening, go to the watery poplar, as long as you live happily.
And one day, when my face is wrinkled, when I cross the road with an old man or a dog, occasionally, when I pass our streets, I will think of you again and again and buy a bottle of wine you once liked. , told my granddaughter that I loved a man and then he died.
If this is all you want, please tell me directly, tell me that you are saying goodbye, tell me that from the moment you close your eyes, you don't really love me anymore.
Tell me you once peeked at the neighbor girl, fantasized about a certain female employee in your company, and secretly bought the magazine of the female star I hated again behind my back. Tell me you don't really like brushing your teeth every night, you don't like waking up every morning with a sore arm on your back, you don't like going to the store with me, you don't like me buying a whole bunch of desserts you can never finish, and you don't like me staring at me every day The mirror is endless, I don't like it. . .
That way, I'll actually put you on the list of assholes and have sex with some handsome man instead of crying into the air.
If you want me to forget you right now, be decisive instead of burying you deep in my heart.
That way, after one night of hysterical wailing, I'll wipe away my tears and go on with my heartless life.
As if the sweetness between you and me never existed in my heart.
Because you don't belong to me anymore and I don't love you anymore.
I want to be with you and forget each other in the arena.
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And I will always love you.
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