Void Void Here we go again.
You have two minutes to come to tear this useless heart from his chest? That stupid pile of flesh and blood that persists to want to keep up when the only thing I want right now is a beautiful view of the black ends of the world?
And then they were right to sing that one can love to death but not dying for love. But it is bad enough, thank you.
rationality are the first to accept it. Emotionally they are a PITA. But what can we do? I chased a second chance, I had not worked. It is not my fault, not his fault. It is not to blame. Again. This time permanently.
If I had not tried it, I would have regretted it. I tried, it went. Not the result I had hoped to get. Definitely not.
But I had the good things that I bring with me, I do not want to forget, and if the price is the pain I feel now, then clenches his fists and teeth, and pay it, that price, I pay up last tear, without forgetting anything, without denying anything. Renege without a word. A curse without even thinking.
And with these hands useless, unable to hold what I hold really, I collect all that remains for me, I do quite a lot, and I carry it with me.