The truth is
The Truth is, there's a bit of malice in me, I have this gleefully feeling inside, warming me up, knowing that from all the letters I saved yours are not among the piles, and maybe the ones that send me those letters now doesn't even remember me it's something I can deal with an open heart and a smile.
The truth is that your memory caused me more pain and regret than nothing else, but now you had a child with some unknown man to me, and that he is no longer in your presence, that 6 years of apologies and madness from my behalf meant nothing to you, the mockery I suffered when we broke up, from all those around you, it didn't mattered but now you know, you're not seered in my heart. even when it's true, even when I'm lying, I'm freeing myself from you, finally. Maybe in another life cat eyes. but now I know, This ghost isn't haunted with your memory no more.
The truth is that your memory caused me more pain and regret than nothing else, but now you had a child with some unknown man to me, and that he is no longer in your presence, that 6 years of apologies and madness from my behalf meant nothing to you, the mockery I suffered when we broke up, from all those around you, it didn't mattered but now you know, you're not seered in my heart. even when it's true, even when I'm lying, I'm freeing myself from you, finally. Maybe in another life cat eyes. but now I know, This ghost isn't haunted with your memory no more.
36-40, M
