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Anna, it is over.

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Anna, 
it is over.
It has been over for months now, 
why are you still here?


He doesn't love you, 
he hasn't loved you for months.
Remember Anna, 
when he talked with someone else
about the true meaning of love and not with you.


He loves someone else.
He has had someone else besides him for months, now.
He never missed you in the three months after breaking up when he was alone.


He doesn't think of you
no more than he thinks to whoever crossed his past.
Because he has a new girlfriend, a new love.


You are not important for him, 
not a shadow of what you used to be.
You were not that special, after all.


He is sorry, for the pain he caused you.
You know, he is.
You know he didn't mean it, that way.


But still he did hurt you, 
because that is what he couldn't avoid
and he couldn't even see how much he hurt you.


Anna, 
it is over.
You need to get over him.
He lives his life
and even if from time to time
he thinks of you
there is no regret,  no disbelief.

 He refused you, he rejected you
he trashed your heart
cause all your love was useless for him
All your love didn't mean nothing for him.


He is covering memories of you
with memories with her, 
Remember Anna, 
he is better without you, 
he doesn't need you in his life.
Think of his relief after that phone call.


You cannot even be sure how he talked about you with her.
You are terrified to think
that he, looking her in the eyes
said to her you were not that much
you were not important
not compared to her and to what he surely feels for her.


You know Anna,
how he is, when he is in love.
How he cannot see anything but that love.


Anna,
it doesn't matter that you miss him.
Cause he doesn't miss you.
Whenever he thinks of you
it is affection he feels
you know that
you know that whatever you two used to have is past.




Anna, 
you want to forget him completely
you don't want to see
comments on facebook to old pictures, 
conversations on skype, on msn,
you don't want to remember his letters 
you don't want to see his pictures.


Do that, Anna, 
do erase him, kill him, destroy him in your heart.
Let yourself believe he was nothing.
Let yourself believe he is dead, if that helps.


Don't let yourself think
that she is perfect and you are not.
Don't let yourself believe that she will be clever enough
not to let him go, as you did instead.


Don't do that Anna.
Don't think of all the reasons why
he did not want to try again with you.
Don't think that he wanted to try with her instead
so soon after leaving you.


Don't think that you are so less deserving
compared to her, as he thinks.
Don't do that.


Don't think that she is probably the one
that he will marry her
cause now it is right, at his age, with her.
and you were not the one,
you will never be his wife, as he promised,
as he probably thinks it was all a misunderstanding with you.


Don't think that he loves her in a different way.
Maybe no fireworks from the start
no explosion of a star with her,
but precisely because of that, she will be pure matter
as you never were for him.


And don't think that she will last.
Because she will. And there's nothing you can do.
You are past.


You are past Anna, 
You were nothing special for him, it is over.
You two were short and volatile, 
remember?


And even if he thinks of you, 
no thoughts of love will ever be back in his heart for you
now that he has a new love
now that she can make him happy
as you were never able to do.


Anna, 
Don't think of him.
Do pretend he is not real.
Face it, 
it is over.
Forever.


Comments

Noodles Homewood said…
You might want to have a look at the two following links.

A "serious" one:
http://bit.ly/2WKgPD

A funny one:
http://bit.ly/bnNryu
3 October 2010 at 09:41
AnnaFullStop said…
None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time

Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person - nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need.

I always said that Coelho was great!

In a less rational way this is what my post today meant.

And the looney toons...ehehehehehhehheehheheehheheee

Thank you Noodles
3 October 2010 at 10:48
AnnaFullStop said…
Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust.

<3
3 October 2010 at 11:25
mij said…
Old post, but is that old dust gone?
You are my Thoughts Mate, or Emotions Mate :)
And that's why I comment on an old post… once again I only have to reverse he's and she's and I can make this mine… as well as about 95%± of what else I've read.
And I've told myself many times what you did here. And Coehlo makes perfect sense. Yet why am I still "here"?
You, me, he… are talking from that mass between our ears this time. But I'm still "here" because that red beating thing always butts in. They can't agree.
And to make matters worse, something else has appeared in my life… well perhaps not appeared as it's from that invisible side of the bridge…. and I knew nothing about bridges 'till relatively recently.

There was a time when that grey mass would have won out without much of a discussion, but the red thing and the transparent have teamed up and left me the odd one out. And I do need a record change…. or at least flip to the B side perhaps?

Anyway, I feel your pain even if it might be old pain. Something I couldn't have said a few years back.
13 April 2012 at 01:58
AnnaFullStop said…
I have read this post just now after more than a year...jesus, I do remember that pain way too well. and yet, here I am dedicating other new words to someone else, to somoene who has the potential to hurt me even more. That kind of pain was a pain of crushed dreams I had believed in. My pain now is a pain of wanting someone unobtainable...I wonder if there is any difference.
13 April 2012 at 09:13
mij said…
From my own experience there is no difference—pain is pain—as I live with both at once: a pain of crushed dreams I had believed in, and the pain of wanting someone unobtainable. Oh heck… now I'm not so sure as I think of what I just wrote… all I'm sure of is pain hurts. And for me it's more complicated now because it's no longer just about belief in dreams (I've let go of dreams before), or of wanting (I've let go of wants before too when I realized they were unobtainable). This time around it goes further. It has crossed that bridge over to the invisible side. And unlike in my past, Something has burrowed itself deep into my soul, and no amount of visible practicality works now even though I can understand and agree with what was said in that "serious" link above.

You love and that is that. You will continue to dedicate new words until the day your love is returned—and then someone will have some truly new words dedicated to them. Whoever that is to be will be very fortunate, more so than they might ever imagine, and hopefully that day is not long off.

Be sure (and I have no idea how one can be sure) to give your heart to those who deserve it. (something I read from a wise man)
13 April 2012 at 10:44
AnnaFullStop said…
Indeed. And thank you. But as usual...my heart gives itself to who is believed to deserve it already. But then, the mind and the rationality of the story itself show me that that person did not deserve it. Thus, the question is, is the heart ever going to recognise the deserving people for real? Ah.
13 April 2012 at 10:49
mij said…
Seems we are in the same boat…. I wish I could answer that question.
13 April 2012 at 10:55
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