we had plans

It's true, don't come at me telling me they were lies or something like that, don't come at me saying it was just bullshit. Because it wasn't. Those plans they made total sense for me and I'm sure they made total sense for you too. Those plans were my life. But I feel like the same amount of love I had for them, you didn't. You didn't want to live them, well, not as much as I wanted.

And you said that I have seen too many movies, that I have watched too many series, that I have read too many books and that I have lived so much of my life looking for something like those romance stories. But what did you do to change that?

Those plans weren't just plans for me, they were dreams that you crushed into the ground when you left me in that house that was ours, when you decided from nowhere that you wanted to break up and go live somewhere else, leaving me alone in this world where you know that I can't be alone, leaving me in this house that was seconds after with a river of tears and a broken heart.

But you know what: I made our house my house, I made our plans my plans and I made you past and I made me my present and future. And just for the record and for you to know, do you remember that fear of being alone, that fear of the future, that fear of the being by myself on the world? All of these are now just as much in the past as are you. You made me grow up and I should say thank you for that, I should be grateful for that, and I am.

But, sometimes I still dream about us, I still find you in my dreams and I hate it as much as I love it. It's a no-end dream, those dreams you don't want to end, you just don't want to wake-up and if you do, you will be pissed about it all day. It's a circle of love unresponded, it's so insignificant but at the same time, it means so much, at least for me.