How could I mover on from you? How could I ever forget what you felt like and how you tasted? How could I forget the touch that sent waves of passion through my being? All those nights that I sank so deep inside you and felt the explosions from your body were etched inside my brain and my heart.
I tried to avoid these feelings, to numb them, to fill every moment with something, hoping and waiting for the dia that I would open my eyes from a night of self medicating, and the pain would be gone. That morning had not come. I had tried to resolve things with “you” to go back to the start. I wanted desperately to let you go and to mover progressivo, para a frente but when that moment came and I felt you slipping away it overwhelmed me and the desperation overtook me. If I let go I will never feel this again. You make me alive.
For years I had wanted you. I had waited because I didn’t think it would work. What did I do that had been so bad that you were leaving me? Wilson, years prior, had told me I was afraid to change. “I didn’t like myself but I did admire myself.” I had taken the words to heart. I had a gift but if it meant choosing between that gift and Cuddy my choice was Cuddy.
I still remember you kneeling at my side and coming to my rescue. I remember how your lips tasted and your body felt. I remember with each vestuário I removed how it revealed just one mais part of you that I wanted to claim as my own. I remember every night that I held you. Every night I made amor to you. How you felt and how I felt inside you. You belong to me. You were made for me.
You wanted me to talk but it was so we could mover on. I avoided you for that very reason. You said you wanted to know how I felt. Everyone had said that but they never meant it. They really just wanted me to accept the truth, come to terms with reality and deal with it. They wanted to silence me but never really deal with my feelings. What you wanted was to leave me behind.
When I told you I felt hurt I was so close to telling you that I didn’t know how to mover on. I don’t know how to let you go. Please tell me what I did. But I told you that it wasn’t your fault. I couldn’t stop the pain.
I saw you through the window with your hand on his arm and smiling. That was supposed to be us and it was supposed to be me that you were smiling at and that your hand was resting on. Why couldn’t you amor me? Those words coursed through my mind replaying itself like a bad record.
I stood there with the brush in my hand and the coração that had been breaking inside me was finally crushed into a million pieces. As I walked back I realized I had held you for the last time. Everyone that I had ever loved had left. But I was able to mover on. It was true I needed you but I was really learning how to love. I had fallen in amor with you. I tried to tell Wilson and you but you both wanted me to pick up the pieces and go on. I didn’t know how.
I came to your house to make peace and to see if we could leave the door open and try to work things out. I wanted to listen to you and see what you needed and what you wanted from a man. I wanted to be that man for you. When I saw you had moved on I couldn’t imagine him touching you and holding you. I ……………………
As I returned to the car I saw Wilson. He had tried to help me work out my problems and to deal with my anger. I was about to do that. I was about to solve all my problems and put an end to all questions. If I couldn’t get respostas I would make up my own. I bowed my head just a bit and urged Wilson to get out of the car. Even to the last moment he was trying to get me to talk. I pulled the door shut and pushed the pedal to the floor. I don’t know why I couldn’t just drive away and give it time.
I miss you Cuddy and I amor you. I can’t walk away so I will do something that is so totally unforgivable that going back will never be an option. If you hate me then maybe I can learn to hate you. I rather you hate me than pity me. I do not want your pity. I sit there staring at your house for a moment and then when I knew you had enough time to be in the other room I crushed the gas pedal and I saw Wilson fall, “I hope he got out of the way” and I smashed through your dining room.
I looked into your eyes and all I saw was fear. I would never hurt you or maybe that is all I ever knew how to do. You were shaking and I still wanted to hold you but I knew you would never let me near you again.
