It’s

19th january,

actually i don’t know how much we have left

before our first conversation. I hate counting days cause i feel a certain

anxiety. Our relation is so complicated, full of anger,love, attention,

misunderstanding. But i never confess that it was so beautiful relation.

You

held me, you hide my scars, you made me weak and powerful in the same time.I

hated you then i loved you, you made me angry, you shouted at me. I’ve been

rude and cold,however,the only thing that i knew trough all these things is i

wanna be with you, i wanna stay next to your warmth

You

know,why i do get angry when you  talk to

a girl; simply because i’, afraid that you find someone better than me and you

leave me. I had no power to deal with

your letting go. I’m not afraid to be alone again, and i’m not afraid to face

that pain again but the thing that will hurt me is the void that you

will leave

in ,y bleeding heart. Sometimes you made me angry, sometimes you made me feel

so in love with

my self and so many time trough you i hate it. I had never imagine that one day

one day i will give someone that power; the power of making me up or destroying

*me down…..

I

had never imagine that i will put my heart and someone’s hand with all that

trust and without

any fear. I had never know the meaning of safety till i met you. You healed

some of my injuries, you fixed my broken pieces, you off set all the people

that left me. But trust me i didn’t give you myself; you stole it from me. Your

love is amazing, your care too. I was all the time saying to my self: this is

my knight that i dreamed of when i was a little princess, that’s the character

i wanted in my life. I couldn’t say i love you , it’s true but ….. You know

it’s too hard. The wounded bird can never fly again and

needs time to be healed