i guess i don’t have to wait for you anymore. it’s been 6 months. imagine. all this time I was still thinking about the time we spent together. I tried to text you, called you when i was drunk (multiple times), but you never answered seriously. maybe you wanted me to stop spamming with my love, because you couldn’t give it to me back. maybe you were bored. maybe you never liked me back. unfortunately, i will never know. I am dying to talk about this with you. i’d spend my last day in italy with you so we could say everything we think and finally put the dot in the end of our history.
why do i remember only you? maybe because you rejected me? maybe because you were special, you were the first. you showed me italy, you were walking all around venice with me, showing other islands too… i’ll never forget how we laughed at the boat about “you loving watching other doing their things” or “guessing if those people are from canada or usa”.
i will not forget our kisses and hookups in the car. i will not forget the hotel and wine testing. i will not forget your smell. these days, sometimes, out of nowhere i feel it and it gives me goosebumps. i hear your name also, but not you. i don’t know anything about you now, i hope you are doing great. i think i still like you.

now all i have left is our pictures. thank you for everything. i miss you. bye.

i guess i don’t have to wait for you anymore. it’s been 6 months. imagine. all this time I was still thinking about the time we spent together. I tried to text you, called you when i was drunk (multiple times), but you never answered seriously. maybe you wanted me to stop spamming with my love, because you couldn’t give it to me back. maybe you were bored. maybe you never liked me back. unfortunately, i will never know. I am dying to talk about this with you. i’d spend my last day in italy with you so we could say everything we think and finally put the dot in the end of our history.
why do i remember only you? maybe because you rejected me? maybe because you were special, you were the first. you showed me italy, you were walking all around venice with me, showing other islands too… i’ll never forget how we laughed at the boat about “you loving watching other doing their things” or “guessing if those people are from canada or usa”.
i will not forget our kisses and hookups in the car. i will not forget the hotel and wine testing. i will not forget your smell. these days, sometimes, out of nowhere i feel it and it gives me goosebumps. i hear your name also, but not you. i don’t know anything about you now, i hope you are doing great. i think i still like you.

now all i have left is our pictures. thank you for everything. i miss you. bye.

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