Dear Reader. I must tell you, that nothing is for free in this world.
When you feel like something came easily to you, that should be a warning sign to you. For things that come easily are never worth it and, sooner or later, you’re going to pay for them. Except the price will be high. You’ll pay with your tears, with blood and flesh. They will leave you scarred for life.
How do I move on now, when all I feel is your warm embrace. When all I feel is your cheek on my cheek.
You broke me, drained the energy out of me, took away all my warmth. What do I have now, when I have nothing? When I don’t have you…
Perhaps, caring too much is my problem. Caring about things that aren’t mine… and will never be.
Just be an icicle. Exchange smiles. But stay indifferent. Like they all do. Hate everything and everyone around you, so that it’ll be easier to just leave. Is that the solution?
Perhaps, I shouldn’t have treated you like a friend. Perhaps, you shouldn’t have acted like my friend.
Tell me now, why shouldn’t I crawl back in the shell, not showing any signs of interest anymore.
I wish I could say I don’t care. I wish I could say I don’t… But I still want to be… I want you to be around.
But the only thing around me right now is the emptiness and the memory of your face leaning against mine.
The open wound in my stomach, dripping with rust on the fluffy surface of the conversations that never took place.
Remember, nothing is for free in this world.