I once loved someone very much… so much that he became an obsession for me. My whole universe was represented by him, and he represented my universe. I did some foolish things because of that passion… Some things that wouldn`t usually be considered terrible… but for me, when I think back and remember the thrill with which I wanted to make my love known, those were acts of pure despair! If only I had listened to those around me when they were telling me that he was no good… But who does that when love makes him/her act like a fool?!
And it was a painful recovery. I had spent so much time thinking only of him, that I wasn`t even capable of remembering what I liked or disliked. Those were some awful months of unanswered questions, alienation, and total despair.
But one day, out of nowhere… I let him go…and the sun began to shine for me, too. The pain went away slowly… And even though I still cannot see him in the face… I don`t hate him. I think I somehow forgave him, so that I could go on living.
