01 septiembre 2009


Dear X,

I'm writing to say
I can't come to Paris
As always,
I missed you so much I cried.
I am alone and as my love has grown
so as my solitude.
Far away, I remember your touch
the feel of your kisses.
Yet no words of love echo in my mind.
Only silence.
Do you know you've never said you love me?
You must think that's silly
I thought I could teach you.
Teach you to love.
I can't love for the both of us.
Farewell, my love.


*Browsing for some material for my students about dates and relationships I ran into this.
Quite heartbreaking isn't it? And it suits my feelings for that little person who didn't love me the way I did.

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