Everything reminds me of you. Your hands, your words and the things they'd make me feel. You were my drops of Jupiter. And now, all i want is blackness. Blackness and silence.
Sometimes I put on a smile and i dance. For a little while, I'm happy. I'm not ignoring the fact that i'm sad or lonely, I just want to smile. Wallowing does no good, and the memory is important. I love my lovely memories with you, because it is very unlikely that anybody will make me feel that way you did. Being with you and being apart from you killed me, but somehow everything was always lovely. It was hard more often than easy but it was passion and it was amazing and as much as it made me cry it drove me mad with love. And for that, i thank you.
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