another distressing night and I should be used to it, I should be used to be without you, to have no answers, I shouldn't expect you to call me again, with your sweet words and voice tones that were particularly ours, or maybe you're using it with someone else too, if you aren't yet, maybe you will. that's why I shouldn't miss you, not after all this time.

but I do, and sometimes I understand it, I accept it. I want to take it off, I want to rip it out of my soul and my heart, but still, I accept it, because what kind of human would I be if I could simply erase it.

it changed me, changed my life, my thoughts, my destiny, my everything. you weren't just another person who passed by me in a crowded street, even thought I always dedicate at least a second of my life for these ones you were more, you were big, explosive, you were my firsts, my freedom and my cage, my courage and my lack of confidence, the light of the sun, which shines by itself, and also the light of the moon, which is dependent, but you weren't darkness, not even for a minute, and that's why you are not just a memory, but a lovesick, cause what kind of human would I be if I simply erased it.

• i'll be fine - suran