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…