Just Fristy

Hi, introduce myself, I am a person who in the last few months has filled a blank space in (maybe) his heart since you left a year ago. A few times, he told me about you. While drinking a glass of wine, I saw his eyes sparkle. Yes, when talking about you. Once, I saw his eyes glazed up, as if his head was turned back in the 'film' when you were beside him, again I saw the sparkle in his eyes. A few times, I found his hands trembling softly;  I see from the surface of wine that sways a nd you know, at that time, he was talking about you. I ventured to look into his eyes, a clear and soft layer covering his eyes sparkling. Do you know what paradox is happening? I hate seeing the sparkle of his eyes, the sparkle of his happiness. Because the source of it all remains you.  Although after that he hugged me tightly, and I saw the sparkle disappear slowly, as the story was finished about you. For you, who made sparkle in his eyes... I knelt down, that person was not me

Maybe what i need right now is "Goodbye". I love you, but I loved you too much. I did not make any room for myself. I realized if I hold you too tightly. And the longer I hold you, the more you hurt me. Because holding you is the same as holding a rock covered with fake diamonds. The more I hold on tight the more it pierces and makes the wound in my hand. Now I release the stone. Indeed there is an empty space in my hands. But at least it makes me feel light and it doesn't hurt me anymore.