It’s been exactly a year since we broke up.
A lot of things have changed...
But the insomnia stays the same.
I keep loving the memory of you, of me back then, of us.
I must admit I still imagine bumping into you one of these days. What image of me would you get through your eyes? What thoughts would be crossing your mind?
I must admit I still miss you some days. Not the person you are today (that is a complete stranger), but the person you were once with me. But to be honest, I’m not so sure we would make any sense today.
I miss the songs we used to play, the catchy names we used to call each other, being in your embrace. I miss home. Or what used to be home, now I had to re-built something different, somewhere I would feel safe after the storm that shattered that place I used to call home.
I built a new life where you wouldn’t have a place in it. And yet, I’m still wondering what would you think of it. Would you be proud of me? Would you help me build these new projects I have in mind? Would... we? Could... we?
Sorry, I almost forgot you already killed the “we” exactly a year ago.
