Drowning, rescuing myself

I was drowning. That was the truth. Trying to understand why everything ended the way it did. We loved us, that was for sure. But love wasn’t enough, even though I refused thinking that way. Life, how would it be now? Now that you are no longer here, next to me. Now that I cannot…

A year since I don’t love you

Today it’s been a year since I don’t love you. So, twelve months of misfortune, fifty-two weeks of embitterment, four seasons of endless downpour. Your reproach was a hard blow, in a hurry you spat it out by treason, my poor heart was armourless, it didn’t expect that hurting gambit. It’s been a year since…