Irony

And in the end, all ended into nothing…

It is hard to start this letter. Hard it is to finally open my heart… not to you, but to the nothingness you left behind.  I didn’t fall in love with your thousand details. I couldn’t fall in love with your childish tantrums or with your clumsy traits. I wouldn’t even fall in love with your eagerness to please, nor with that endearing insecurity that attached you to me. The irony here, is that I did fall in love… with your back disappearing in the distance, with your words still clouding my head:  ”goodbye, I love you”.

And in the end, all ended into nothing…

What do I owe to you?

People are going through… continually. They are always passing; sometimes I get hold of them for a moment before they’re gone… it doesn’t matter, they’re always going anyway. Everyone knows this. Everyone except me, it seems. What an irony, what a devil’s scheme. Illusions can’t go away that easily. How to vanish that which isn’t corporeal; how to make disappear what never existed? I don’t get it. What do I owe to you?  To what end am I slave to your memory, to the dream of you, to your nonexistence…