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I want absolutely nothing, even don’t want to be with you, together… Our love affair is not the way it was before. Some invisible thread is torn. Now I don’t know where you are, with whom, what is occupied with...and you know, it’s not even interesting for me.
How much I could cry? How much? How many tears were shed because of you. Perhaps you won’t know about it, and in my turn I will try to forget about it. You are not my prince, though seemed to be him for a long time. You played your role very nice.
Now I again have friends. Before I just didn’t notice them. Honey, you know, before I was yours. Of course, you know and think that so far I am yours and will be such for good. No, darling, you are wrong. Sorry, but everything won’t be as you wish. Now you will play according to my rules, or won’t play at all. I don’t want you to be with me. So, you won’t! However, if I want you caress – I will have it… I turned into a real girl out of your naïve doll. The only thing I want to thank you for is that you helped me in this transformation.
Now I see the world in a different light. You taught me to love – I want to thank you for it. Everything that was between us will rub away, will fly away from my mind with time. I want to get rid of all negative memories. I want to forget you. I am not yours.
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Posted on 23 May, 2006, 3:16 am by iceberg
Category: Lost Love
How could he do this? We always shared everything with each other. We always could discuss everything and find the decision together. Three years of the all-absorbing happiness are crumpled and thrown away in a dustbin. He became unfaithful… He found another woman. At his work. Well, of course, every day before his eyes… He lied for two months, “worked on two fronts”, was growing thin, old, started smoking.
Well, let it be so… I got used to tears, lump in my throat became customary.
Many things can be understood. Habit, family life, rut, one wants infatuation and fireworks of emotions. But I cannot perceive the following thing – He says that needs me and that I am precious to him as before. But SHE is precious to him as well! He says that I am his dear and close person, that he cannot imagine his life without me. But she is the woman he is in love with. And I… I am the part of his life, inseparable part.
Why does he jeer at me? I think it’s easier to die rather that stand all this… ...- Read full story | 3 comments
Posted on 1 May, 2006, 11:35 pm by iceberg
Category: Lost Love
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