It’s 3AM and I can’t sleep. I somehow keep thinking about you. I want to be furious, I want to be filled with rage, I want to hate you. But there’s nothing like that, there’s only a void in a space that was once filled with all the good feelings a person can nurture towards another human being.
Your presence used to make my eye’s pupils dilate to the maximum and my brain turn into a sponge ready to be soaked in knowledge. You made me discover new things and helped me expand my universe and reach stuff I could never think of. I’m grateful for those and I’ll always cherish those things. The songs, the movies, the knowledge. Not because they come from you, but because they are universally and objectively good.
At first, I liked that we were like two engines running at different frequencies, sometimes in perfect harmony, some other times running in absolute opposition, but I grew tired. I ran out of things to say, I grew tired of seeing every discussion about fruit turned into a discussion about how I’m lobbying for some oppressive corporation. I said I don’t hate you, and I really don’t, but I’m disappointed. Because I saw you cover yourself like an onion with layers upon layers of lies and hate, becoming less of the person I loved to have around and spend time with and more of a Don Quijote looking for something to fight. And usually that something was me. And I’m not sure I want to go back to that.
Despite all this, I still hope you’re doing well. I know you can be a force of nature, and with the proper motivation, you can do great things.
And I sincerely hope you do.
I just hope they don’t intersect with my universe.
Adeu!
