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I really wanted to say I don’t miss you at all, not even a little; that you leaving made me some good and that a smile appears on my face every time I think you and I are not what we used to be, not anymore. But I’ve never been a good lier, you know that. “You know that”, this kills me a little more each time. Today they asked me about you and I started to say how special you are, and everything I admired in you. Things that only me got the chance to know. But in the moment they asked me how have you been, and I stopped and thought about this question for some seconds and felt the power of timing. Finally I answered: “I don’t know, I don’t know him anymore”. And I guess nothing hurts me more than your name on their lips, simply because it can’t be on mine anymore.
Fourth paragraph of the letter I’ll never give to you but I wish you read. (via writtenpolaroid)
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