My Dear Friend.
These have been the hardest days of my life.
Honestly I don't know how I am writing this.
I just feel defeated.
I know it can't be measured, but it feels so empty in here.
I have been having trouble sleeping.
Or doing anything, really.
It's hard to describe how much time you invest in someone,
until you have to watch the clock tick on your own.
I can hear the time pass... And it's so loud right now.
I miss knowing exactly what you needed, and being able to make you happy in such a simple way.
(Some days it feels like I should open up an exhibition showing my collection of dead languages)
I still bring you the food that you loved, and in my innocent heart I hope you still enjoy it.
It is hard to comprehend how Ten Years can be gone in Ten Minutes.
It is still hard to convince myself that The Choice was the right one.
Nothing feels right. Nothing feels real.
Listening: "Lucha De Gigantes"
by Nacha Pop