My love,

I’m writing this knowing full well that you’ll never read it. I’ve had enough. After all those years, after everything that happened, and everything that didn’t, I am finally giving up, for good. I will always remember, and the memories will be a quiet warm place in me, a place I can run to on bad days, or just boring ones, but I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep waiting for something that’ll never happen. I can’t keep hoping against all hope, only to be disappointed one more time. I can’t carry this semblance of a relationship all by myself anymore.

It took me all this time, but I finally figured it out. I am having an affair with a figure in my head. He’s not real. He’s not you. He would never have treated me the way you do. I don’t think I could get rid of him if I wanted to, but if he’s so alive for me, I don’t need you to ruin my perfect picture and remind me, time and time again, that I will never be to you all that I wanted to be, all I could have been.

I can’t bear to see the decline of what we had, like a glorious empire falling to ruin and dust, and so, I’m setting myself free.


Queen of Hearts

Queen of Hearts, הבלוג של: Gal Barkan

My role in life is to speak in favor of LOVE, all love.As edtor in chief of Amour, I decided that our readers in English deserve more than Google translate :)So this is my English blog, for your pleasure.

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