Farewell letter

I wake up confused looking at the ceiling, I want to believe that the last few nights have only been a bad dream, I want to think that this is just another text and not the last, because I have always hated goodbyes, along with the sharp and crystal pause that for an instant represent in my life.

Many say that with each farewell a new beginning is born and that perhaps we are never aware of it. I don't believe them, because before I liked to believe that everything could be like in the films we saw on Sundays and in the end they ended well. I thought we could be the exception and that everything would be fine but once again I was wrong.

I always liked the idea that you loved me, that I was naive.

I hope you find someone who does, and when that happens don't be afraid to 'be', just be everything, give everything and believe with closed eyes. In the end you may end up beaten but you'll most likely love the scars.

PD: I know no one will ever be able to see you the way I did.