- You're the 367th day of the year: a day which doesn't exist in this world (you're surely from another one), but which is the most beautiful and lucky day of the year.
Thank God I wasn't a summer day, otherwise you'll be missing a day in your calendar. I guess you were right about your definition "a day which doesn't exist in this world", because now I am a day that doesn't exist in your world. Anyways it doesn't really matter now actually.
And I'm still mad at you, I'm not forgiving you for the last words you said to me; you did a great job, congratulations. This is how heavy your words are for me, your words in the past and even your words in the present, you've been careful with them? Ha, yeah, right. I told you so many times you were going to leave in the end, but you insist about you wouldn't... excuse me, where are you now? Right, you're not here.
When I think carefully about all the things you said, I told myself that's part of the past... you said them because you felt them back them; but, you don't anymore, so you weren't lying, it's just a different time now, a new chapter in our lifes where we're not entangled anymore.
But why did you say all the things you said in first place if you couldn't get to do it? But I'm the liar one, right? Right. I hope you never read this, I hope you won't ever check on me... Because from now on, I doutb myself writing anything sweet about you and I'm afraid my words can get to hurt you as deep as yours hurt me, everything has turn bitter when it comes to you.
The only sweet thing I can say to you, is the very same thing you said to me: "I wish you to live a happy life". I will stay here missing the old you, the one I met, the one that made me believe him, the one I fell in love with... Because you, the one you're now... are a stranger for me.
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