If you were wondering,
I think I'm okay.
Well as okay as I'll ever be,
I've got a good job, good friends, and even a nice apartment.
But for some reason sometimes after a long day at work I'll go to bed crying,
Crying over the memory of you!
And then I'll hate myself again, for crying over you because i had promised,
Promised to myself that i will never cry over something that can never change,
What have you done to me Luca?. And the cycle repeats again.
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Letters To You
Short StorySaudade (n.) a deep, nostalgic, and melancholic longing for something or someone, Often accompanied with a denied fact that what one longs for will never come back.
