Green eyes, the most charming voice, beautiful hands, this presence…just as the song says: “You are the only thing in every room you’re ever in”

I never meant to run into someone while in Europe, to meet someone like you.I remember noticing you from the first time I saw you there, laughing, didn’t think much about it, never thought I had a chance.Suddenly..you saw me, you actually noticed me amongst all those people.Why?
We crashed into each other, you said you were afraid, you couldn’t be that person and yet I fell for you so hard and so fast.
You busted through my defenses like they were nothing…and I let you. Every single time.
You tell me that it is what it is and that I need to move on now that I’m not there. Fair enough, I accept and understand your terms. But what am I supposed to do with this broken heart of mine?
I try my best to be what you asked, someone who’s a memory…you’re more than a memory to me. Why can’t I forget it this time?
Is that what you want? For me to forget it and move on? You tell me no.
But at the same time you say you don’t care…is it true?
Why do you call then? One, two, three times a day? Do you pity me? Is that it?
What can I do to not be a burden to you? I ask.
“It doesn’t matter what goes on, you’re on the other side of the world, it makes no sense for me to want anything from you. I want nothing from you.”
What am I to you?

I don’t know what to do with these pieces of my heart, I glued them back so many times I feel like there’s so little left. I thought that maybe giving myself a chance, going out into the world would do me good….people hurt you, they say they want to know the real you and then they break you into a million pieces, over and over again.
I won’t find you around any corners I turn, streets I walk, voices I hear anymore. These traces of you…something inside me is dying so I might as well sharing it with someone out there.

Dear heartbroken stranger…are you there too?

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