"One more time. "

Because I really wanted it to be him, Because I felt our story deserved it, And that what once showed me might awaken again, But once again he failed me, Once again she hurt me, Once again he walked away and as always only selfishly thought of him, Once again he forgot his promises to show me his love, Because according to him he didn't want to lose me, And once again I had to hear him repeat the cruel words of all time: "I need time," One more time... And seeing day by day as little by little that great love, He once showed me in a thousand ways he was dying out, And the discouragement accumulated for so many years with the same attitudes finally surpassed me. And he took away the motivation to that love which was my illusion, Because lack of interest is boring, But more than boring, It hurts and slowly creates an abysmal distance between the two, And an emotional disconnection that causes the feeling to slowly die in the heart... Today there is no longer even a mood to complain, Nor to wait for explanations, Because facts need no words, For when things are not born, What can be done to her? How to claim that which is no longer felt? How to claim those who are no longer born with those details that when the heart longs, they are born on their own? Claim only to be made as an obligation? What would be the case like that? Dove. Secrets of the Heart