I don’t know.

I really don’t think I’d be able to Love again.

I mean I’d love to but there’s nothing left in me.

I’m consumed, a burnt-out piece.

I don’t have even one open cell that has the capacity to open up to anyone else.

I loved from every depth of my soul.

More than I ever imagined I could.

Till my soul became a dried-out autumn tree with no leaves on its branches.

Not a very pleasant view to see, because love can only strike a green tree.

So I guess for now, at least for a while.

Don’t let our love die, don’t let our time fly don’t give up hope on our love don’t give up on us.

Let us try and leave our pride but once again collide in honest love.

Forgive my mistakes and all my mess-ups and allow me to clean up reassure and man up, to the reality of life and of loving you.

Please my Lele let me fully Love you, dedicate myself and prioritise you.

As I should have and as I could have.

The void hurts but I can’t force you to talk,

there’s more distance between us than there should be between us,

which makes it difficult for us to conversate not because there’s nothing to say but because It feels wrong in every way.

But please never forget that I love you truly and deeply every day.

Please forgive me for apologising like this but this is my apology I have to say.

This is not a reproach but actually a way of expressing what I am suffering.

Being so distant from you, without knowing clearly anything about you.

How you are really, how you’re managing.

Because we don’t talk the same anymore.

Please try to have compassion and understand why I do that and feel the extent of my grief for you I truly believe.