And for the first time I cried. Actually, I’ve already cried for similar things around this whole, but for the first time I cried for not to be with you anymore. For the first time, I could walk on the wind and feel it against my face, thoughts, and memories about us. For the first time I stopped thinking about the whole fucking world and thought just about me and you. And I could [re]live everything we were, and also for the first time, I saw us again. And it's weird, because right now, I don’t really know where I am, and not even the place I wanna get – at least, not yet. But I do know that for the first time I looked back, and I saw both of us walking together, and this sight was saddly in the past. It doesn’t mean we are gonna come back together. Doesn’t mean I am going to be such a bitch that would be capable to do it. I am gonna pay for all the consequences, as I promised myself. But I would like to say that for the first time, I could write something about what’s really inside my heart. None of the stuff I’ve been writing are things I’m living or feeling. And I’m glad that for the first time (again), I could write something about what’s really here inside. What’s really ON my heart.
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