To all beginnings comes an End
To all beginnings comes an End
ϴηe ϟ⊥e℘ Foяωαrd †wo S☂e℘s ℬack
Reading of the love we had. stuck in the past I am and no matter how hard I try every day is a reminder of what I had. What I could have had.

The happiness. 
The love.
The warmth 
and security.

All of it and more. All gone.
All of it.

Within such a short time frame, that felt like forever, we came and went.

Something that both of us felt could never, would never, should never end, Ended.

Sitting here, I read. I cry. I wonder why. 
Then I remember.

It was me.
I wanted it to stop. 
But did I. No, not really. So we tried, and tried, and tried. But no matter how many times it just wouldn’t/won’t work.

Were broken.
Utterly and completely broken. To a point where we are crushed into a fine powder. 
…..At least I am.

All we are is just dust in the wind.

Doing what were doing just feels like a big show. A lie. Great pretenders we are. You are. I can’t. I was never good at acting.

You said once I changed you, for the better you said. Is this the woman you claim I helped you become.. If so. I’m so terribly sorry I messed you up. I didn’t mean to.

Never wanted to be in a mother role.

All I wanted was to love and be loved. 
And now 
It’s winter
The season I detest the most
Without my heater
I’ll surely die. … .

I wanted what I lost. What I threw to a side for later thinking there was something more. What I want now I can’t have back. Not now, not ever.
Why? Because it will never be the same. What I want is gone. Only the memories linger, on paper, cards, my mind…

I just can’t pretend. I’m not like you. I notice/d too much to shut off, to start anew.

I can’t get use to the new you. I thought I was. For a few days I really thought I was. But then I opened my ears followed by my eyes and died just a little bit to see and hear what I was conforming to. it breaks me.

Kills me to know I lost you a long time ago but it kills me more that I’m so weak. So weakened by my thoughts and emotions that I can’t let go even if I can’t stand you.

Good bye us from the past. Good bye you who all I had to do was just take a glance and know you were the one. Good bye mi taquito.

Mi Amor…   —-happy—- belated anniversary

Let the weakness some day (soon) turn into strength.

(if u ever see this click the pic to see a glimps of what I mean by memories-that’s all I have in my head. And as much as you want to start new, I just can’t)

Reading of the love we had. stuck in the past I am and no matter how hard I try every day is a reminder of what I had. What I could have had.

The happiness. The love. The warmth and security.

All of it and more. All gone. All of it.

Within such a short time frame, that felt like forever, we came and went.

Something that both of us felt could never, would never, should never end, Ended.

Sitting here, I read. I cry. I wonder why. Then I remember.

It was me. I wanted it to stop. But did I. No, not really. So we tried, and tried, and tried. But no matter how many times it just wouldn’t/won’t work.

Were broken. Utterly and completely broken. To a point where we are crushed into a fine powder. …..At least I am.

All we are is just dust in the wind.

Doing what were doing just feels like a big show. A lie. Great pretenders we are. You are. I can’t. I was never good at acting.

You said once I changed you, for the better you said. Is this the woman you claim I helped you become.. If so. I’m so terribly sorry I messed you up. I didn’t mean to.

Never wanted to be in a mother role.

All I wanted was to love and be loved. And now It’s winter The season I detest the most Without my heater I’ll surely die. … .

I wanted what I lost. What I threw to a side for later thinking there was something more. What I want now I can’t have back. Not now, not ever. Why? Because it will never be the same. What I want is gone. Only the memories linger, on paper, cards, my mind…

I just can’t pretend. I’m not like you. I notice/d too much to shut off, to start anew.

I can’t get use to the new you. I thought I was. For a few days I really thought I was. But then I opened my ears followed by my eyes and died just a little bit to see and hear what I was conforming to. it breaks me.

Kills me to know I lost you a long time ago but it kills me more that I’m so weak. So weakened by my thoughts and emotions that I can’t let go even if I can’t stand you.

Good bye us from the past. Good bye you who all I had to do was just take a glance and know you were the one. Good bye mi taquito.

Mi Amor… —-happy—- belated anniversary

Let the weakness some day (soon) turn into strength.

(if u ever see this click the pic to see a glimps of what I mean by memories-that’s all I have in my head. And as much as you want to start new, I just can’t)

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