They surely share much more than we shared.
Anna, it has to be so.
The memory of things you two lived
has faded away in his memory.
Cause whatever he is living with her,
same city, same routine, is much more precious,
after 3 months together
than the crumbles you gave him in 9 months,
and he has now what he needed and wanted.
Someone near.
Anna, they are doing things together and
in 3 months, closer than you two could have ever been,
he surely erased whatever it was
you wanted to give him.
Seeing each other day by day, sharing everyday,
planning evenings just with a phone call a couple of hours before,
sleeping together every time they want,
cannot compete
with skype calls and flight bookings,
and two separate lives in two separate states,
planning weekends and weeping at departure gates.
Sharing trips, sundays and daily routine, cinema,
libraries, bookshops and pubs, restaurants
every time they want to,
cannot compete with what you had to offer him.
You had so little to offer him, Anna.
So little, that by now, has been deleted
by his mind,
replaced with fresh daily love.
They surely share so much
I couldn't, and yet wanted so much, to share.
Anna, it has to be so.
The memory of things you two lived
has faded away in his memory.
Cause whatever he is living with her,
same city, same routine, is much more precious,
after 3 months together
than the crumbles you gave him in 9 months,
and he has now what he needed and wanted.
Someone near.
Anna, they are doing things together and
in 3 months, closer than you two could have ever been,
he surely erased whatever it was
you wanted to give him.
Seeing each other day by day, sharing everyday,
planning evenings just with a phone call a couple of hours before,
sleeping together every time they want,
cannot compete
with skype calls and flight bookings,
and two separate lives in two separate states,
planning weekends and weeping at departure gates.
Sharing trips, sundays and daily routine, cinema,
libraries, bookshops and pubs, restaurants
every time they want to,
cannot compete with what you had to offer him.
You had so little to offer him, Anna.
So little, that by now, has been deleted
by his mind,
replaced with fresh daily love.
They surely share so much
I couldn't, and yet wanted so much, to share.
Comments
It is not a matter of how often you are with someone. It is a matter of how good you feel with him / her.
And about Rome I remember you told it was "your city". Well, going back there with another person (as long as it is not *his* city) is kind of weird and can be seen as a lack of fantasy.
An Italian singer wrote: "Forse il vero amore vuol restare grande, preferisce chiudersi e morire in un colpo invece che appassire."
Give it a thought.
I know it is a matter of quality and not quantity, but if you have quality and quantity together, maybe it is just better per se. You are right, I cannot know if the other love is better or not, but thinking that it is different doesn't really comfort me. Different is soemthing that he needs.
I don't put us on a pedestal, I am just aware of how we were until things went bad, that was on a pedestal, oh well, at least for me, not for him, surely.
I just have the tendency to prepare people for the right ones who arrive after me. And I know that if the other girl doesn't really push him to talk and confronts him they will be happily ever after. So that is why I believe their love is better and she must be better than me. At least for him.
My insecurity runs wild in this days Noodles...
> I just have the tendency to prepare people for the right ones who arrive after me
Don't worry. This is a illness we share! Try to see it as a mission, it might hurt less! (joking :-))
yes, I put them on a pedestal, I know...I just feel inadequate, he made me feel so inadequate. I asked him for another chance and he answered 'I have to be careful to whom I love at my age', and then after one month he fell in love again...so he just meant that I wasn't right, not even for a second chance....that made me feel inadequate and that is why I assume they are perfect....