Thursday, December 08, 2005
With or without you
I knew this would have happened. I've felt the time coming in tiny steps, like those of a child on Christmas Eve, tiptoeing to the presents under the tree.
And now the time has come for me to say goodbye. What's the use in waiting?
I can't wish you anything good. You had the best and couldn't manage the happiness of it.
Can't wish you love or affection. You had them both and couldn't stand that fullness.
I don't know which kind of a tale you're telling to yourself, but I decided to stop telling myself anyone.
At first I really believed I wasn't in love with you anymore. And I'm still sure about the fact I'm not in love with the guy who left me running down the stairs like a thief.
But the one who came back a few weeks ago, willing to talk and make things clear, the one who came nursing me one week ago, after a nightshift's work and with a 3 hours car trip because he "couldn't stand being so far knowing I felt that bad"... well, I can't resist him.
As I don't want to make a fool of me I think it's time to part. I do love you and I feel I've always loved you.
That would scare you to death, I guess. And that's why I'm writing it where you'll never read.
And where I can always look up to remind me why I left you without any word, a few days before Christmas, with my heart broken. Again.
And now the time has come for me to say goodbye. What's the use in waiting?
I can't wish you anything good. You had the best and couldn't manage the happiness of it.
Can't wish you love or affection. You had them both and couldn't stand that fullness.
I don't know which kind of a tale you're telling to yourself, but I decided to stop telling myself anyone.
At first I really believed I wasn't in love with you anymore. And I'm still sure about the fact I'm not in love with the guy who left me running down the stairs like a thief.
But the one who came back a few weeks ago, willing to talk and make things clear, the one who came nursing me one week ago, after a nightshift's work and with a 3 hours car trip because he "couldn't stand being so far knowing I felt that bad"... well, I can't resist him.
As I don't want to make a fool of me I think it's time to part. I do love you and I feel I've always loved you.
That would scare you to death, I guess. And that's why I'm writing it where you'll never read.
And where I can always look up to remind me why I left you without any word, a few days before Christmas, with my heart broken. Again.
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Uomi, i odio!
What I'm trying to say is....
MEN, I HATE'EM.
He doesn't deserve you, you're better off without him broken heart and all.
I guess it's time for me to get out the prosecco again.
I'm doing it right now and sending you my best EVERYTHING.
Sta bene,
Filippo
What I'm trying to say is....
MEN, I HATE'EM.
He doesn't deserve you, you're better off without him broken heart and all.
I guess it's time for me to get out the prosecco again.
I'm doing it right now and sending you my best EVERYTHING.
Sta bene,
Filippo
Anne: it feels so nice just in reading someone thinks of. you're always that welcome.
Filippo: what would I do without your prosecco?? thank you for your support, you really lifted me up. :hugs:
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Filippo: what would I do without your prosecco?? thank you for your support, you really lifted me up. :hugs:
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