quinta-feira, 29 de setembro de 2016

Os outros são os outros. E só.

Four years ago, I couldn't think of anyone else. My life was a mess, the two of us together were a mess... but just the thought of living without you didn't seem like something I could ever get over. You were all I had, all I wanted, all I could dream of. There couldn't be anyone else.

But then it was over. Just like that. Then, to each other, we became just someone else.

The thing is, to me, you've never been just someone else. You were the one. You have been the one.

Two years ago, there was someone else. I was finally falling for someone else. 
That's when I started thinking of you again. I was told that it meant I was getting over you. What a huge mistake... I'm never getting over you, not really. At that moment, I made up my mind: that was it, I would be alone and fine with it. I had to let go of someone else.

And now, after all this time, I get a chance. It's right in front of me. I get a real shot of having fun, something light; it could even be nothing, but it could be something. It could be someone else. 
But guess what? I can't stop thinking of you, again - or still. 

I swear I'm doing well, I've been managing to live without you, I've grown, I've changed. You'll always be part of my life, my thoughts, my heart... truth be told, you're part of who I am.
You are the one.

There's no one else.