Flee Where Life Stops You, Rexha.
A fiction about Rexha’s wishes: the beautiful Life has made its own against my Bebe.
Rexha, do not ever try an escape like yesterday. You put my soul in crisis. You altered my emotions. You changed my plans. You turned me into a complete mess.
I still cannot understand what you communicated to me before your attempt yesterday. I remember a claim of yours about exploring more what Life has denied you. What has Life denied you? Wait, how come Life has such a capacity? I do not understand the role of Life in your claims.
The days before yesterday, I had spent them flooded with your tears. You would abandon me in the kitchen while you came up to our room to shout my name and tear my shirts off. I am jealous of my shirts; they got rid of your emotional instability.
It would be so sad and unfortunate if I broke down in those moments because I would have left you alone with yourself. My heart may break for you, but I would not leave you at my will.
The only person who can stay with you is me. But, if you try to run away from me as you did yesterday, I will understand that I am no longer that individual; and that you’ve decided to find someone else to do it. My heart will take control of itself, and it will shield me against everything that hurts.
It is hard to think that Life has denied you were exploring its beauty. In the basement corner, you will not find all the beauty in Life. You have met more attractive people than me. You have visited the most beautiful and unspoiled places; you have tasted the demands of fame; you have lived in deplorable conditions, and you have chosen me as your companion in this Ferrari of Life. What has Life not denied you?
Damn Life, you have revealed things to Rexha, and you have not shared them with me. I am beginning to believe that you are an unlovable Being.
At this moment, I do not know if you stayed with me because you wanted it to or because your escape destination was no longer as Life showed you. Rexha, do not doubt that Life is no longer how we thought it was in our twenties.
Rexha, if you cannot stop your desire to run away, I ask that you mention my name one last time and take my entire shirt with you. In the name of love, travel the thresholds of Life and investigate what it means to you.
Hurrah!
