Frosty Eyes

Lorena M.
Lorena M.
Sep 4, 2018 · 2 min read

Frosty Eyes.

You didn’t mean to leave at all. I know that. At least, that’s what I believe.

I saw you on the street in the other day. You looked exactly the same as the last time we met. The last time that we actually mean to met. I smiled at you, but it seemed like you didin’t see me, or that you have pretend to haven’t seen me, but I’d rather believe in the first option. I would like to have the courage to have crossed the street and have talked to you, but you were busy talking to that unknow boy. You seemed shy talking to him, afraid to touch him in some moments, just like when we met for the first time. I miss your could touch. It might seem a little morbid, but it was special, it made you unique. I’m pleased to have had the honor to know you, even if it was for a short period, but I liked to be side by side with this person tht I knew. You have so many awesome characteristics, the world should know you… Actually this is exaggereted. The world doesn’t deserve you, but you deserve the world and I…

I don’t deserve you.

I’m sorry for what I did. I’m sorry for how I treated you. And yes, you meant to leave me. It’s stupid to think the opposite. I was stupid. I am stupid. I deserved that. I deserved your frosty eyes. Every single act of scorn, I deserved. I was possessive. I was meanless. I was so blind and intensive… I had fallen so much. But now I understand that you had nothing to do with that. It was me. I’m always the problem. I’m such a problematic person, why do I still exist? I hurted you so badly. I have the habit to always expect more from people. And the I screwed with you. Sometimes I wonder: if I had let the Spring pass slowly the things would be different? I should have done that, but no, I was to precipitate and in one blink of my eyes the winter was here. The coldness that I had always admired on you hit me like a stake on the heart.

Well, Winter it’s extremely appropriate. For a moment I thought that you would be my Spring, but I was wrong. You´re my Winter. The coldest Winter. And it’s good to be like that, I won’t have the strength to hurt you one more time. And probably, we will stay in this season for a very long time, so that you could be free again.

Because you’re free, Frosty Eyes.

Lorena M.

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