I'm not your Juliette you are not my Romeo. I die for you but you don't die for me. We have our own story even if I don't like it. You are happy with her. Much happy.
I am happy but not with you. With who? With myself. Of course, when I think at you, I'm crying but I don't care, or I try to not care.
Anyway, I am writing for you daily, you don't see it. You are too blind.
I am writing about you daily, but you will never find out, I don't want you do it.
Daily I wait to forget you, but I can't because, dear fire, I see you daily.
Why? Because it still hurts,not as much like in past, but that pain is still in my soul. And nothing can change that, not even the sky.


Hope to understand,
Your forget and dead
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑©