20/05 22:52
God, how much I would like to see you, hear you, touch you, kiss you.
God, how much I love you. How much miss...
I am not able to live like this.
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God, how much I would like to see you, hear you, touch you, kiss you.
God, how much I love you. How much miss...
I am not able to live like this.
I knew from the beginning that i have the most gentle, delicate, fragile second half in the world. And that hurt Her will mean sth uncomparable to anything else.
That She will suffer, She will react unpredictable.
But even in worse scenario I couldnt suppose that it will end like this. Without talk. Without see. Without trying to understand.
In my meaning of love people dont leave one another when second one fucked. Not so straight. Of course in my meaning of love also people dont lie one another. They can trust themselves. Cazzo. I already admitted this so many times. That I fucked. And i cannot forgive myself.
But dont I deserve at least attempt to understand? To talk? Left me like I am peace of shit. Cazzo, I dont understand it. I loved, love and will love anyway. What She felt? Feels? Why I cannot know it.
Silent is never a way. Its sth to cruel. So many question without answers.
Giulia, cazzo, its not a way...