Thirteen months have passed and I’m still standing. At the center of our memories, I carry my aching heart. Beneath me is the image of our interwoven bodies, whispering the softest and sweetest possible words.
The smile on their faces and eyes are lovely. It’s magical, like they believe in the impossible. It looks like a fantasy, but the man insists it is a reality. It’s not.
A million minutes have passed and I’m still standing. No more tears shed, and no more sobs released. Just my body, along with my aching heart and broken soul.
Countless seconds have passed and I’m still standing. I’m getting weak, I’m losing hope and I’m burning.
My dear, your greatest lies keep me still on my feet, and I don’t know why.