Anyone love dies, only change its place in memory...

I have never understood those words, until now. When a love is forgotten, is because it is dead. But of course I have just realized you never forget, just get used to live with the emptiness of his absence. Yes, I’m talking about him again. And yes, I know you thought I must be idiot for not spending page for a damn time and stop thinking about him. I know seven months is lot of time, and that, if he hadn’t shown anything by now, he won’t do it this time. But I also know that everybody repeats all time that hope is the last thing you must lose. Yes, I love him, even I refused it. Yes, what I’m doing is not well at all, I will hurt everybody, myself the first. Yes, I’ve to decide, I can’t live present tied to past.

But you can’t ask me to forget him, because I don’t want to forget. Because I remember the times of each bus he took to see me. Because every song talks about him, about that “we” lost. Because in each word, there is his absence. Because, even I try it, I haven’t the strength or the courage to get him out of my mind, and be able to look at him and see how he continues with his life, without had something broken inside of me and need to down my eyes and walk faster.  Because I would like to blow and that all the memories disappeared, but not even a hurricane can make disappear his kisses and the remember of his hand on my skin. Nothing can make me stop to tremble when I remember his voice in my ear. Nothing will make tears stop coming to my eyes every special day, as one more reminder what is gone.

That he don’t love me, I know. That maybe, he has never loved me. But my memories can’t be erased for much I tried it, and they assault me more usually each time.