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lunes, septiembre 28, 2009
A heart's narrowness.

I'm forcing myself not to think too much or too deeply about the subject. I swear.

I don't know why, having so much free time after that, that now it really comes to me I was so mean with you. And no, it hasn't been two years... but almost three. I disappeared from your life leaving not even the slightest trace... Neither had I the guts to break up our relationship as it should have been done. I just went away (and deleted fucking everything about you, in my photoblog, IM logs, and so on), looked at some girls, looked at some boys, even fell in love with not one but two and it's going to be 1.5 years since I'm engaged to someone...

I didn't think about your feelings when I disappeared. I just thought I had been tricked, but didn't even bother about looking for you. Telling you the trippy hallucination I had back then. And this morning when we just met on the bus, it was... I was happy, of course. And amazed, I hardly recognized you. Now you're a fine grown man, not the scrawny guy who liked to walk me home when we were 16. Who kissed me when I turned 17, and gave me his first, awkward kiss.

Now I'm thinking too much about it, ain't I.

I just wanted to say I'm sorry, although I know it's been way too long for it to be relevant. It's no use, but I wanted to get this off my chest. I'm sorry.

Really sorry.




Los Prisioneros - Estrechez de corazón

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