THE WAY WE WERE

They told me that the end is good for me.

They told me that it's a 1-way.

To nurture the distance love.

The love only in my eyes.

The love in my guide.

The love in my try.

The love in my commitment.

The love that a 30 years old man could not understand.

A comfort and easy life is in his eyes.

And I do agree.

I will not regret as I said.

The love I gave to him, sincerely.

The love that I always strive for and fight for.

The love that I wholeheartedly live for.

The love that I used to have.

There is no hate.

There is no angry.

There would be no revenge.

There's only the love that I lost.

There's only the way how I would live with all memories, like the short movies.

There's only the time when the answers find me.

There's only the scars on my hearts.

There's only a quiet pain.

There's only me.

I'm processing.

And learning.

I'm painting myself in the future roads.

I'm asking myself how to love me more.

The thing that I might forget. When being in love.

It's not new but hard to remember.

It's not new but easy to make excuses.

So I'm writing this with peace of mind .

To myself.

A gentle reminding.

A hug that I always dream of.

A love that I should deserve.

A love for me.

30.10.23

"Scattered pictures,

Of the smiles we left behind

Smiles we gave to one another

For the way we were"