Does it break my heart? Of course it does. Every time I read all those old letters from you, I miss you. I constantly get lost in the past, get lost in your eyes. Your brown eyes. Every day, every minute and second I think of you, I think of how we were, of how we are. I wish I could walk away with you, and talk for hours without any shame, but if we do I’m scared I couldn’t be strong enough to face you. You know you kill me, that’s why I prefer to ignore you.

When I see you, I remember everything we were, and everything we would be, everything we should be. I remember that night when you told me. I remember those few seconds when you looked at me into my eyes, with so much care. That day I hesitated into looking at yours, because it was so beautiful.

But maybe, I wasn’t that girl that you thought I was; maybe I wasn’t strong enough for you. Not pretty enough, smart enough, happy enough and old enough, for you.

I’m sorry.

I guess right now we’re those old friends that fool themselves just, for not have to remember. Even when this hurts so fucking much, I’ll fake a smile every time I see you, so you know we’re ok. That I just forgot, like you did.

I wish you the best, learn, live and love like it was you’re last day please. Smile, and be happy. Take care.

Sincerely yours forever,

Jozzy.