I donβt miss you. I donβt miss you, not even a minute, not even a second. I donβt miss you cause you hurt me so much and hitted me to the ground and broke everything we had.
I donβt miss you cause I am a better person without you, cause I smile a lot and I force myself to find the strenght even in the darkest moments, even when I am tired and all I want to do is sleep. I donβt miss you, because you didnβt take care of me; I trusted you and you left me and you deserve nothing. Not even my words.
You are gone. You are far away from me and I donβt want you back.
But I remember the time we spent singing and smiling and walking with the rucksacks on our shoulders, I remember that you were lost and so was I and we found eachother in a sea of bad stuff. I remember that you were broken and I tried to fix you even if I was broken too, because I believed in you. I thought you were a beautiful person. I know you were.
But then, you left. You hurt me so bad. And I couldnβt breathe, because it hurt a lot, it hurt everywhere. I believed in you and you left.
I remember the good things, but also the bad things. I canβt forget that you hurt me and you decided to do that spontaneously. I tried, but I canβt.
I know that you were a beautiful person, but now youβre miles away and I donβt know who you are.
I donβt miss you, but I remember. And I will think about you every time I will see a pair of deep, lost, broken, singing eyes.
And thatβs how I will always try to remember you: as the beautiful person who walked with me.
You will always have those eyes in my memories.
The eyes of a wanderer.
