The overwhelmed mood made me to write this.
I never forget personal fuckups and nowadays I read my five-years-old letter to you.
I wrote about endless love and your eyes colored as cappuccino,
About my erection when we hug,
About my meeting with your father in market,
About my knee pain.
And then I said that you are kind of angel,
Who burns my heart and spread my thoughts
And we will never be together. Ughm.
Funniest thing – we were. Lots of times – in dreams,
In real life, in bed, in the car, on the clouds and over the heaven.
My strongest fuckup is missing you.
I spent too much time to find somebody equals,
Better than you or just not worse.
But I couldn’t.
And now, when reading this awkward letter,
I understand that you were the only angel I ever met.
Sorry for losing our love,
It was only my fault.
Always yours,
Snub Asshole.
uncoutned. Letter - Admission to guilt
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