I want you to be happy...
în limbi de foc se mistuie obsesii,
postesc la ce-i frumos
şi colorez impresii.
with a shoe.
Where I can sleep in my favourite bed, with my favourite pillow and my favourite duvet, and where there is always my favourite brand of chocolate, and my hair looks better, and the air smells fucking fantastic, the sunset it’s always amazing, where I get to pick eggs from our own chicks, where I do wood for the winter with my dad, pick wild flowers for my mum, where I’m happy!
I guess it wasn’t love after all.
I knew it wasn’t “the Love” for the simple fact I could still listening to music, and now, after a month I don’t miss you at all, and it’s kind of sad that all I can feel is relief.
the lyrics don’t have that strong meaning that they used to have, now I d that thing they say: when you’re sad you listen to the lyrics and when you’re happy to the melodic line. I kind of make sense now
I should be grateful but I thought that after all the drama I would be pinning after it a bit more and it’s a bit disappointing… I guess I’m masochistic after all
Iti place sa-l asculti pe Laur cantand despre onoare, respect si adevar… Traiesti melodiile astea de parca ai intelege despre ce e vorba. esti ca unul din preotii aia pe care ii urasti asa de mult, cei care predica dar sunt cea mai joasa forma de viata.
Pacat ca partea aia frumoasa a ta e un teatru jucat prost, si ceea ce este trist e ca joci pentru tine nu pentru audienta, vrei sa impaci un pic constiinta aia murdara.
Ma amuza sa aud ca spui ca eu am vrut asa, eu te-am scos din viata mea. Nu dragule la fel ca si ultima data, am binevoit sa ies din viata ta, atunci ca si acum ti-am facut o favoare: nu ai facut niciodata nici un efort sa ma pastrezi in ea.
Si nu te acuz, desi tonul meu e un pic amar, eu am vrut! eu am incercat.
Of course I was telling myself that I was just looking after him, that I wanted to make sure he was safe and happy.
Obviously I never had a real closure even though I knew that it was never meant to be. Event so, I still hoped. For what? I don’t know. Hope is a bitch, it takes places you know you have no reason to be.
Of course the healing process is never easy and never short, but I’m getting there… Baby steps, acceptance.