quarta-feira, 29 de abril de 2009

If I could just go back to January, to the day I saw you for the last time, I would say goodbye to you properly. We deserve to say goodbye again. You deserved hearing all I wanted to say but haven’t had the time. We all live our lives without knowing which moment will be the last. I died too Lea, do you know that? I was never much, I always hated my life, but now I’m really nothing. I still consider this world as the most beautiful miracle, but I’m so tired of it. All I want is to sleep. Not having you here is painful and much too awful for me to believe in a future and hope for something. I don’t believe anymore, and also I don’t want to believe. You made me believe again! You were sweetness, you were love itself, and I just wish I could say goodbye to you once more. The way I see it, I owe you! I love you Lea.

terça-feira, 28 de abril de 2009

I’ve been acting like a jerk lately. I’ve tried to be good and life always took everything away from me. Maybe if I start acting like a jerk life finally leaves me alone… at least it should leave me alone. Just because I don’t write you as much as I did it doesn’t mean I’m forgetting you Lea. On the contrary, each day is worse. And I can imagine it will go on. I love you.

terça-feira, 21 de abril de 2009

Sometimes, in nights I am missing you the most, I go to bed and just remember… And it’s amazing the amount of little details of moments we’ve lived I can still remember, like last night, when I don’t even remember having stood awake for long. I just thought of you, and although it still hurts it was refreshing also, and I immediately felt asleep and dreamt a lot. Unfortunately I don’t remember what I’ve dreamt about, but I can tell you that if I could always dream of you I would gladly sleep forever. I miss you so much Lea.

sexta-feira, 17 de abril de 2009

I’ve been feeling worse each day. Each day I’ve been feeling lonelier, you know that. I believe in nothing, I want nothing, although I keep dreaming. But my dreams disgust me now. I’m sorry for being so empty. I miss you Lea, so much...

domingo, 12 de abril de 2009

It's Easter, but for me it's just another boring weekend. I just wish I could be with you, I've been feeling much too empty. I think about you constantly. I miss you to much Lea.

quinta-feira, 9 de abril de 2009

Easter is coming my love. Remember what we used to say about Slovak traditions? How I miss you…

quarta-feira, 8 de abril de 2009

This night I had a really strange dream of which I remember some parts. A young woman was dead, bloody, totally naked, beautiful, inside a cardboard box. I was leaning over that box with the young woman inside, and suddenly the room door opened and some children came in. One of them approached me and pinched me in the arm, and I did him the same like I was coming out from a trance. And all along another young woman was watching my movements, my reaction, controlling everything without a word… Was it you inside that box Lea? Was it you controlling? Was it you pinching my arm? Was it you at all? I miss you so much…

domingo, 5 de abril de 2009

Every time I need to call someone and go through the contact list of my cell phone I see your number, and your associated picture there… And sometimes I stop only for some seconds, and imagine how good would be to call you right that moment and hear your sweet voice on the other side! I can’t erase your number Lea! There’s no point in either erase or maintain your number, so no action is needed in this regard. And that’s good, because I just couldn’t erase you from there. I rather hurt a little every time I go through that contact list; I rather miss you…

sábado, 4 de abril de 2009

When we are young we dream about so many things we wanted from life, and then we grow up, and some of those things come true and others don’t. But we tend to old on to those happening, and if we happen to loose them along the way we feel like we’ve lost everything, because really there was never nothing we wanted more. You were always one of my dreams Lea. You’ll always be.

quinta-feira, 2 de abril de 2009

I think the first love is well over-rated! I think so much has been written throughout history about the first love precisely because it is the most identifiable one. Many more can happen, but the first will always be just one.

How could anyone ever write about the last love? How could one know it is the last? Of the last love we can only have a glimpse, in a moment of tragedy maybe… And sometimes, not knowing it is the last, we desire with all our blood and guts that it may in fact be, or that it had been the last, only to honor our companion, only to do her justice and, by so doing, try to tell her one last time how much loved she was.

My sweet Lea, I’m young still, and maybe you won’t be my last love… But I just want you to know that I would have loved it if you could have been... I miss you…

quarta-feira, 1 de abril de 2009