HEAR ME OUT

De: Tzoutzi Mantzourani

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

My love,
Once again, I stayed awake all night thinking of you. I cried that you weren’t next to me in bed, then I got angry
with you, with me, with the others, as if it was their fault for our situation. That we took separate ways, each on their own or with separate others; that we finally couldn’t manage it.
I don’t believe it. I refuse to accept it. Although, from another point of view, it was I who drove things that way, I who took the final decision, I who asked you to leave. And now I spend my night before the window searching the street with my eyes, waiting to see you pass in front of the house, come inside, ring the bell and tell me you can’t live without me, and I desperately fall into your arms.
Three months have already gone by since we split up. I started to get used to it. Perhaps I like my life without you.
I see my girlfriends, go out with them, and I flirt with men. I’m no longer afraid that something may make you angry and
you’ll argue with me, or it will result in a fight; the long faces, the nagging, the stupid misery of our common life. I can’t even
endure the thought that we may get into that again.
You can’t imagine how I’ve missed you the way I’ve built you in my mind: tender, smiling, always joyous, like when I met you.