As I feel deeply and eat popcorn the wounds we made hurt.
Online on a love site is the closest to you it gets now.Longing for a last m night, only it's bad. Dancing until sunrise, just you and I. Fearing the Paetz while the music was barely on, the bath we never had, the sing-alongs. The intensity of every single touch and all the beauty I saw on your walls.
It all hurts.
The void of your silence, the missing of your embrace, your ghost.
The sun woke me too early again, thinking of you and the earlys we had, the difference between what I dreamt and what it was, and the times around.
I wonder how things would have been if Prague hadn't been, but it had to. It all had to come to this, for you and for me.
Though this emptiness your love left hurts like old weights of the heart;
Though your memory brings tears to my thighs as I sit in the new sun;
Though your hands, your voice, your hair, your hug, your ears, your belly, your laugh, your scorpian love...
There was more that hurt, than what was gonna be massive.
Yes it hurts, my Lou, like hell it does and I wish it had been different, but after all our failed attempts, the words we couldn't make real, it's time to let go.
My arms want to hold you again in the intensity of all we were, each moment was fully lived, and with that, we can recall all of us: the good, the bad, the odd.
I miss you and I will still get your tattoo, I wish there had been one last goodbye, a hug and a laugh; you did think I was the funniest, I won't forget that. I won't forget any of what we lived, the good, the bad, the odd.
I love you deeply and it's in the understanding of this depth that I see it's time to heal. For a better you and a better me, to grow, to learn, to understand and finally receive what we truly deserve.
I still want you to be happy the most. Thank you, again, for all. Really, for all.