Thoughts from the sea

Amore mio. I’m about to sail and will be on this stupid ship in the middle of the sea for the next day. And thoughts are the only distraction from looking at the vastness of the blue waters.

We destroyed each other. We’re two fragile souls. I don’t hate you, I should. And I’m sure you do, hate me. You’ve said so, you’ve acted accordingly. At the bottom of it all, after my mind stops spiralling through the horrible painful memories of everything that happened, after I calm down, after I cry, sigh, sob and let it all out, there’s no hate. There is never hate, just pain, regret, anger, nostalgia, and at the very end of it, a kind of love similar to the Italian volere bene. Volere il tuo bene. Mine too.

I don’t want you to forget me, but if you remember me negatively and still hate me, I hope you have the strength to let it go, and if it’s the only way out for you, then forget me. I will keep the memories alive for both

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