Love

“O amor está me machucando mais uma vez,
O amor está me fazendo chorar de novo.
É dor em lugares que não doía antes.

Eu digo para mim mesmo em silêncio, por favor .. Por favor, deixe-me ser feliz.
Por favor, pare isso esta me machucando. A dor desaparece, mas na noite seguinte, ele me assombra novamente. “

Sometimes I wish that there were such magical device like from the movie (Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind). Where you can erase the entire memory of one person you wish to delete. Like deleting his picture from your computer. Permanently. Even if that person made a big impact in your life, even for a short period of time, like, 6 months. I want it gone. All gone. Unrequited love is the most cruelest love out there. I’m in love, all alone. It’s been a year since we broke up, of course I’m all alone, what am I thinking? Sorry it’s the love gas talking. But it’s so strange to be in it all by myself. If he was still in love like I am, he’ll be back right? He would tell me, wouldn’t he? Here’s the thing: Why do we question love? Love should be blunt and straight forward. If he loves you, he’ll come back. He’ll come back…. Or am I bullshitting myself? There goes the question mark again. I need to get myself out of this loop. I’m in love with a man who doesn’t even keep in touch with me anymore. I’m in love with a guy who, I’m pretty sure, doesn’t think about me on a daily basis like I do with him. Fuck.

Only because I miss the guy who wouldn’t let me get off the phone until he fell asleep.
Only because I miss the guy who was willing to drive 2 hours to come see me.
Only because I miss the guy who told me he loved me first and blushed like a little boy.
Only because I miss the guy who told me he wanted to be with me forever.
Only because he assured me that long distance won’t stop him from loving me, that, “I can do it. Don’t you worry about that.”
The list goes on and on..

We broke it off amicably. The long distance was just too difficult. But we still loved eachother. We said “I love you” before we decided that this wasn’t going to work.

That’s why I’m here still drowning in that love.
It never left me.
So now I’m alone in love.
I tell myself, “It didn’t work for a reason. It’s been a year. You’ve got to move on.”
But I always lose that arguement with myself.
I’m lost in love.

The past couple months have been the darkest days of my life. The time is only stretching more and more. And I’m still where I started. The walking wounded.

The unrequited love.
Doesn’t matter how many drinks you have with your girlfriends. Because you still go to bed going over every detail, the what if’s, the why’s, that time you told him “Long distance is hard, I’ve tried it. I’m not willing to go through it again if you don’t think you’ll be able to handle it.” He reponded with, “Don’t worry. I love you too much.” and like an idiot, I believed him. Sometimes you even convince yourself that he’ll see the light and drive 2 hours to show up at your door.
I’m still waiting for little pieces of my soul to fall back into place. But how much longer? Does time really heal all wounds? Seems like time isn’t on my side on this one..

It’s been so long since I’ve seen you (heart pounding)
I miss you so much (throat thickening)
But I need the little pieces of my soul back, however long that may be (absolutely can’t swallow)

– Anonymous.
( texto em inglês, parte traduzida por mim)