Poesie

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It didn't happen that long ago, but it feels like ages. It's been weeks. But feels like months.

I lost you. I lost my best friend. My sister from another mister.

But still ... I'm glad it happened.

You weren't yourself anymore and that was the problem.

Your non-interested attitude killed me inside. I wasn't used to it.

You showed no fucking interest in everything, in things that were important to me, things that were important to you.

I lost you a long time ago, but I still hope that the real you is deep down in your heart and you'll be happy.

Even though I'm not your favourite person anymore ... You're still mine.

And I hope that you find yourself. The you you lost among the way.

And that you can finally be happy again. Truly happy without faking anything.

In love,

someone you lost.