amarelo mostarda, azul oceano
in all honesty, you breaking up with me was the best thing that could have happened to us. of course, i didn’t immediately understand how you could just let it all go. it wasn’t until a few months later that i realized that we could never coexist in your world without me feeling like i had to perform. and the problem wasn’t in you or in us. “we were just a bit too different”. but that was never the case. i was constantly fascinated by your presence, mesmerized by every word that came out of your mouth, too distracted by my own infatuation over you to ever realize that was all that it was. i still think about you, the same way i still think of old childhood memories. but that’s all it is now, just a memory. i have felt all i had to feel, and i have loved all there was of you. i don’t resent you, but we could never be friends because we never started of that way. it was all so romanticized from the beginning, that it’s hard to see you any other way. this is another conversation i have i
