Written listening to the song: Joji - Glimpse of Us. What does it mean to love? It seems it's not yet time to find the answer. A fringe has formed, is that I've split and I'm still a petal that has fallen, because she'll never kiss me again.
She told me on November 5, 2021 that we should break up, I was a fool and deluded in love. Who is the unhappy one? Well, it seems to be me. Yes, I Moses the one who does not know what it is to renounce the multiplicity of love's sins.
I clung to the fact that our relationship was not over, it is unfair that the romance of the two of us ended, but the truth: there is nothing more to find. She left this country, wounded with a big stab my heart and also pierced this docile feeling, one that is still pure.
It's been a year since that day, so much time has passed, and I still don't want to resign myself. I have cried, screamed and also laughed in a way that does not end to satiate this agonizing pain, but I must face the truth.
Coffee is strange, it's just that the cup looks so black in my room. Nothing can be true anymore, nothing is true, and nothing exists.
I looked over to that spot from the balcony of my house, and on her house there was a garage sale. Dumb, dumb and dumber.
The only thing I had on was a pair of white underwear, I dressed quickly, simple, I didn't care about anything, I put on the first thing I could find. As I left the house I felt people staring at me, but it all came to a head when I was at the garage sale. My ex-girlfriend Daniela's mother was there, she looked at me longingly and simply nodded with her radiant eyes of kindness that I could come in.
I started to walk around and look at the objects for sale, among them, among them most of them were all hers, yes, Daniela's, do I despair? No, I think it's still love.
At the bottom of the garage sale was that, there was something I found and it was that painting of her drinking a cup of coffee as beautiful as ever. I didn't understand, why was her mother selling it a year after she left! It was the painting that was in her room, the one that witnessed every kiss, every special moment and when we intertwined our naked bodies in her bed.
It was as if they knew I would come for that painting, it was as if upon finding him here they told me to pay for it and hang it in my room to remember Daniela. I stopped thinking, and walked over to the painting, I couldn't resist and bought it.
Something in all this seemed strange to me, I think it was the nostalgic face of my ex-girlfriend's mother. I didn't understand, because she didn't say anything when I cancelled all the money for the painting. The only thing is that she looked at me with a galloping pain that pierced my soul. I left that place with something I never expected to have.
I walked up the stairs of my house little by little with the painting in one of my hands, silly, I tried to hang it in my room still knowing that everything had culminated, but the most surprising thing was that old letter that fell from the back of the painting.
When I saw that, I understood everything, and a prickling feeling began to rise in my chest, despair? Maybe. When I opened that, tears began to flow from my eyes:
If you are reading this, if you are reading this Moses, it is because our love has been true and you waited a long time for it.
How can someone disappear? How can someone not write? How does someone stop posting pictures on their social networks? Those must be some of the questions you must have asked yourself by now.
I went away, I left you my greatest love, but what does love mean? Do you remember, when I first gave myself to you, and plunged into your arms? I told you clearly: "That I loved you".
Don't doubt it, as I write this I still love you, I love you so much that I made the decision to separate from you. Maybe when you read this you will end up thinking that I was selfish, but I didn't want you to feel the pain I felt.
I didn't want you to see me like that, I wanted you to remember my smile, I wanted you to think about every single moment we lived together, I longed for your heart to always be the Daniela who wanted to conquer the universe and the one who wanted to have a beautiful family with you.
Reality is hard, the truth is difficult to face and separating myself from you so as not to see you suffer has been the strongest thing so far, but love is like that. Sometimes we wish the best for the person we appreciate with all our being.
You must ask yourself, "Why did I leave?" Flowers wither, flowers drop their petals, and I have had them all plucked from me. My time is about to end in this world, my time is about to end forever and I am afraid.
I am so afraid of dying, I am so afraid that you will hate me for not telling you the truth in time, for not telling you about my illness and I am so afraid that you will not be able to stand reading this. This, when I am no longer in this world.
I know you will come for this painting, I know you will read this and when you do it will hurt too much, but I know you will also be able to forgive me. My only and greatest love.
Your beloved Daniela Delepiani.
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Hello dear friend, I had a long time without reading that sad and dark style that characterizes you so much in your literary creations. This one in particular I liked quite a lot with that casual narrative with the story arc of a sad and crumbling unsatisfied love whose purity is only comforted through a letter found by the vagaries of fate and time. Good work. A hug.
It's been a while since I've written something like this. New things are coming, definitely new things are coming. Writing romance with that dark, edgy feel is great.
Thank you for your visit, dear friend. 😊
Friend a bitter story to read, only a pure and honest love can be so empathetic in understanding this remoteness without return. What a great pain not to be able to tell the truth, but I can understand why you preferred to keep this secret.
Strong story like a sawmill coffee. Thank you so much for this incredible story my friend. A pleasure to read you 🤗
In ocadions love is so strange, and this is something that I loved to reflect here in every word. ♥️
How nice, how wonderful that you could understand the message hidden in this story. 🙈
That's a sad love letter but I guess knowing how someone feels could help to give closure and help to mend a broken heart.
It is a sad love letter, but necessary for him to answer all your questions. Love has so many different forms. 🥺🙈
I agree with you completely there:)
😊🙈😍
Sometimes love leaves us. We can only hope that it is for the best. Nice letter, well done! 👍
Love leaves us, and in that unexpected message there is always something hidden as in this story. Thank you, thank you for your words and precious visit. 😊
Hello, how nice to read your writings here, I really liked your publication, it is a very sad letter, you added a lot of feeling that just by reading it, you already enter between the letters of farewell.
You can always leave your soul, your soul in a post with thousands of marked messages like this one. I'm glad you were able to read it and understand that within it. 😊
It gave me chills reading the story @neruel , even before I got to the end of the letter I knew what was going to happen, but you created a really good suspense. I imagined every single thing you wrote, I saw it all in my mind. Simply excellent Neruel, congratulations!
Thank you for reading the story, perhaps the romantic perception, the perception of what the protagonist longed for was something that came very strongly out of my thoughts.
Great literary creation. The narrative is quite accurate. The theme of an unfulfilled love, unrestrained and sad only time can cure it. Greetings and thanks for sharing 😃.
Great literary creation. The narrative is quite accurate. The theme of an unfulfilled love, unrestrained and sad only time can cure it. Greetings and thanks for sharing 😃.