That day I breathed a sigh of relief believing that the removal you would have favored the discovery of myself, of my being and my soul. And that day everything seemed very possible. But the next day when I went out for a walk I saw the bench on which we kissed, I heard the song we danced, I felt the fragrance of your bubble bath. disappear suddenly I felt all that anger and hatred that I believed to feed that away from me the desire to call you back. You're my obsession, my silent persecution, the venereal virus that has poisoned my possession of my body and my feelings thoughts. Are you that 24 h on 24 returns as an obsession in me shining in the things I do, I feel, I say, are my constant inability to breathe deeply until the end. When I reach the limit, I flinch because without you I can not breathe, or maybe I'm missing the real desire to breathe. E 'heavy every day open my eyes in bed, staring at the ceiling and go over the wall on that piece of mistaken views of ourselves and our history. It seems impossible to fall asleep every night without addressing one final thought to our sweet lovemaking. I can not find peace even when there seems to be, I do not find happiness even when it seems to have met him because my life made sense when you were with me. You are not the mere memory, but the reason for my existence and have taken away with you for the opportunity to go back to my heart beat for someone else. I can not hope to have you back if you were my hell, my sick perversion, my forgetfulness, I want to find my identity, my freedom, my desire to live a life of my own without you.
Ti Amo
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