Sometimes I wonder if I will ever get over you.
I know I still love you because it hurts like hell to see your picture and see that lovely and fond smile you gave me when you saw me.
And I know I still love you because still hurts to think in all those times you screamed at me, you ignored me when I was crying or you didn’t go after me.
I just wish it wasn’t that hard to leave you behind, to leave all my dreams and wishes behind, to get over the fact that you are not going to father my children, you are no longer going to cook for me, that I won’t ever hug you again never ever again.
Maybe it all goes down to the fact that I won’t ever meet someone that makes me feel like you did. Or maybe is because you were exactly what I didn’t want you to be but you were so like me that it was so easy to love you even more than I loved myself.
I don’t know if I will ever get over you, but at least now I know that there is nothing else I want more.