She, the only one. She decided to have her life goes on without me. She was the only one who can change my mind to think about the future, our future. The one that change my life, change my haircut, the one that finally left me.
I kept pretending that it didn’t happen. I thought she just was not in her mood, or she might be on her period. We’d been through this several times and I believed that we were good, we could deal with that. But suddenly after she paid a visit to her family, she thinks differently. Every single thing that we’d been through, she just wept and left it like it didn’t exist anymore.
Last day in Lebanon before my flight I called her, just for a goodbye and information that I was no longer in Lebanon anymore. She seemed okay, had a great time, tough, and yes, she’s already MOVE ON. I was so happy I could hear her voice, live, not recorded. I wish I could call her every morning, just saying have a good day in the beginning of her day, or at least every night before I or she fell asleep. I miss every single thing about her.
I know I am selfish and talk from my point of view. But seriously, I can’t stop thinking about her, about us and how can us be like before we used to. I want us so bad. No matter what I’ll keep praying for us. It’s not like I don’t want to face the truth and reality, but I believe that it’s just a matter of time. Someday, we’ll be together again.
