how cool would it be to wake up one day and not feel like shit
Before I met him, I would dance in the shower. When he was in my life, I would think about showering with him. After he left, I would sit on the ground in the shower and cry. When I got over him, I showered so quickly there was no time for dancing, fantasies or tears. Someone can invade the smallest parts of your life, you won’t even realize it until you dance in the shower again and wonder why you ever stopped.
I sincerely don’t know why I’m writing this letter if I’ll never give it to you. I think I write because I’m better with written words than with spoken ones and you know that. And it’s odd to say you know anything about me. Because it’s been a while since the last time we spoke to each other, it’s been a while since I’ve heard from you. It’s confusing, isn’t it? To be in this situation with someone you knew so well, and knew you the same way, and that now it’s just a stranger. Doesn’t it hurt to you? To see we’ve come to this point? I think I’m just tired of feeling so mad and sad, and to have this added with the nostalgia I feel every single day, only because you forgot me like this, effortlessly.