So it’s been two and a half years…

So it’s been two and a half years…

So it’s been two and a half years…

LTME-postHey,
so its been 2 and half year since you said ”we have to say goodbye because circumstances are not in our favor” .. and what i did? i believed you.. after 4 year of standing with you in your every situation i believed you..i tried to cope as well.. i accepted it as a part of our fate.. then after 8 months veils started removing.. i contacted you and then i met with your other version.. who was that? i still don’t know exactly i have regret on contacting you or should be happy by seeing the other side.. from someone who cares about me a lot to someone who talk to me about new ”girlfriend’s’ ” freely.. who was he? you know what you were special.. in the crowd of the world you were special.. the different one.. and then i meet with this version.. from a person who never shouted at me to the person who insulted me without thinking for a moment i lost you..i used to think about contacting you when were away and i didn’t knew anything and now.. you know its not like i don’t miss you so its been a long time i never contacted.. i miss you with the needle of clock but now every time when i thought about contacting you i always feel empty of words.. always those reactions whenever i tried to contact and got received pop up in my mind.. ”i don’t want to talk to you,’with harsh tone” this was your last reaction when last time i tried to contact now it feel like the person i fall in love with initially don’t even exist.. where should i go and find him? on which number should i contact where on the other end of phone i find him?…you are not that one.. he lost.. somewhere in the world he lost..and with him i lost my inner self as well….i often look at the mirror and ask myself which quality i don’t have from that people fall in love with others..which one? there is a huge ocean of emptiness in me… and i started drowning now in it..

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