I want to start this saying that I do not blame you or hate you nor have hard feelings towards you. I will talk to you with love. I'm not your enemy. None of this is your fault. You deserve the peace and tranquility to know you did a lot of good things and I don't want to fight. I don't want this to turn into a bitter farewell.
You've lit my way through the darkest days, you've been a key part in my happiness, motivation and life project.
I know you never meant to hurt me, and I never meant to hurt you but both of us have been through a lot together and individually,...
And there you are. You only think over and over trying to find a reason you can't explain with clarity.
You try to find a way to explain it, but how would you tell someone you were abused? What would anyone think? You stay up late wishing this was only a bad dream but the next day you wake up and sigh, shedding a tear after accepting the fact that it happened.
You get up and see yourself in the mirror, your eyes have lost the light, you are ashamed of your own body so you dress up with the best clothes you have, put some make up on and you brush your hair until it...
Iíve met the silence of the waves and the sea, the silence of a man with his beloved one, the silence of the wounded while their eyes wander around the room. What are words made for? Animals are moaning, and so are we. What was voice made for? If noone wants to hear you speak. Reality wants us mute, reality wants us moaning. We canít speak.