We all are trees. Our roots are knotted together, but we are too blind to notice. Spring comes for all of us, and so does winter. Some trees lose their leaves, some others do not, and some die because the cold weather has arrived. My winter came quite fast and my leaves fell down, leaving me unprotected. Although, like a tree blossoming in the spring, my leaves come out again, predicting the beginning of something new.
My spring, the one who made me blossom, left soon, way too soon. He was my day, my night, my air, my light...He made me realize how life was destroying my soul and how I was not stopping it. He left and I lost the gravity that held me to reality.
I miss him. More than anything in my life, I needed him. He used to make me feel beautiful even when I looked like a mess. He used to kiss me in the middle of saying something. He used to play with my hair for hours…in the end, I just miss him. His soul was flawless, because he was different, and for that reason, he was the one.
And it ended. In a night without stars, he just waved goodbye. No words were said because our silence was enough. We knew that we had fallen into a routine, but we couldn't help it. It was too late.
Like a lullaby of yore, his name keeps playing in my head. It still haunts me in my dreams, but it's just a ghost of my past. I welcome the pain of memories, even if somehow it hurts me. It is better to hurt than to feel nothing at all.
Then I realized that moving on is not forgetting, just accepting that our story is a closed chapter. It may look like it’s over, but something has changed, and I will never be the same. The night is over, and now it's the dawn of a new day that brings hope.
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