γυγυ

My Dear γυναίκα,

It took me sometimes to found an explanation of what I did. It didn’t come from me, has always. I’m not going to apologize. I know that you took it badly, but I didn’t have bad attention, and you should know that.

I think about you sometimes and I miss you. But not for the good reason. Maybe it’s better that we don’t talk together because I can’t be healthy for you. But you helped me, a lot, and the only reward you got was my toxicity. Talking to you again would be the same things. It’s not necessary, you have your life and mine is better.

While I’m writing this, I’m globally happy. You helped me so much, and you know so much. It’s almost weird to think you supported me this long.

I’m not sure of when we stopped to talk. Well, I don’t know when you stopped to answer. I continued to try to talk to you for 2 months, I think. Possibly it was when I was Homeless? Maybe it was after? I don’t remember exactly.

You were very important in my life when I had nothing left. When I didn’t want to talk about things, you never forced me, but you were always here when I needed to talk. When other people couldn’t understand, you didn’t try. You just listened and gave me some outfit.

Perhaps you were right and I’m insane. All the unread message that I wrote must be a proof. But I want you to know that now, I can live. I can live with these horrible things that happened thanks to you. The small birthday gift is never going to show everything that you made for me.

Like I said in this gift, I’m proud of you big girl. I miss you. I always think about you when I hear stuff that happen near you, and I hope to always continue. I hope you are happy, that you’re still in love. I hope that you will read this page one day.

Adieu, mon amie. Je suis désolé, tu ne méritais pas ça. Pourtant, Tu l’as fait.

– Lib