It has been two years and a day since I have lived without him. Two years and one day since I had seen him. Although I haven't and will never be happy I have learn to live without his love. Then one night he returned…
"Who is it?" I asked answering the door.
"It's me" he whispered and even though he didn't say his name I knew by his voice.
"Who are you looking for?"
"You"
"It's too late"
"Why?"
"Because, now it's me who wants to be without you. Go away forget my name, my face, where I live. Don't let the door hit you on your way out!"
"I could never understand you" he admitted in a whispered.
"Leave! Forget my eyes my hands and my lips that don't desire you anymore"
"I know your lying"
"Leave forget that you knew me. Forget that I exist and don't act so surprise. Forget about everything since you're so good at forgetting"
"I thought I could live without you… I thought I could survive on the thought alone that you would someday be happy but now I know the only way I'll ever be happy is with you"
"Goodbye"
"Help me understand you better…"
"There is nothing more to say"
"Think about our love please"
"Goodbye"
"Why?"
"Because I'm the one who doesn't want you now" I said shaking my head and closing the door in his face.