My dear, my friend, my love... I have to start saying this is not a good bye, it's only a see you later. I think we both know we need a bit of time apart. We just don't want the same things at this point. Everything is happening so quickly I can barely digest all the these changes. It seems as if you were almost punishing me for the choice I made. I don't know how to take it, if it is an omen of what's gonna happen if I go, or you are just trying to send me off the sooner the better. Either way, the time is up. I'll be gone before you know it and all these little fights we're having now will be part of our history together, but no longer the present.
I don't regret the time next to you, because I really believe that you learn from everything. And, as they say, each mistake, each disappointment, it's not a step back, only another step. That's life, isn't it? a long way made of steps towards a dark end. But knowing this, the only possible way to walk that way is enjoying each step, each turn, each choice, and trying to find the best way to walk. This is not always easy, as you widely showed me several times. At some point you made things so difficult for me, that being with you, it was no longer an option. I don't want you to think this is an end, or this makes me a quitter, or that our paths will be separated forever. Not at all, I'll get back to you, at some point. I don't know when, but I'll come back to you.
All I know is I'm gonna miss you. I'll miss you very much, as you've been part of my life. You showed me friendship, you showed me love, you showed me what hard work means, but you also showed me how it feels to be happy. I've been really happy with you but,... I'm afraid that is no longer the case. And as I don't know how to tell you this, I could only put it in poetry......
I won't miss your anger,
when you explode like a storm of light.
I won't miss your changes,
those you constantly seem to have.
As if you were summer in the morning,
and an awful winter at night,
you tainted my days with sun
and most of the nights, with ice.
I won't miss your crowds
those hordes of people around
the stress you show in your eyes
the lateness all year round.
But I will miss your face
covered with the lights of dawn
or your eyes of white lace
home of the smallest swans.
I'll miss the red of your cheeks
or the light brown of your eyes
I'll miss the sun on your smile
even when they are so shy.
I'll miss your refreshing winds
bringing the smell of spring
I'll miss the diversity of your talk
and the rhythm of your walk
But even though I'll miss you
I can't stay by you side
I might regret this decision
but right now, I need to say good bye
Actually it's not a good bye,
because I'll come back to you
My love, my dear London
I promise, I'll never forget about you!
I don't regret the time next to you, because I really believe that you learn from everything. And, as they say, each mistake, each disappointment, it's not a step back, only another step. That's life, isn't it? a long way made of steps towards a dark end. But knowing this, the only possible way to walk that way is enjoying each step, each turn, each choice, and trying to find the best way to walk. This is not always easy, as you widely showed me several times. At some point you made things so difficult for me, that being with you, it was no longer an option. I don't want you to think this is an end, or this makes me a quitter, or that our paths will be separated forever. Not at all, I'll get back to you, at some point. I don't know when, but I'll come back to you.
All I know is I'm gonna miss you. I'll miss you very much, as you've been part of my life. You showed me friendship, you showed me love, you showed me what hard work means, but you also showed me how it feels to be happy. I've been really happy with you but,... I'm afraid that is no longer the case. And as I don't know how to tell you this, I could only put it in poetry......
I won't miss your anger,
when you explode like a storm of light.
I won't miss your changes,
those you constantly seem to have.
As if you were summer in the morning,
and an awful winter at night,
you tainted my days with sun
and most of the nights, with ice.
I won't miss your crowds
those hordes of people around
the stress you show in your eyes
the lateness all year round.
But I will miss your face
covered with the lights of dawn
or your eyes of white lace
home of the smallest swans.
I'll miss the red of your cheeks
or the light brown of your eyes
I'll miss the sun on your smile
even when they are so shy.
I'll miss your refreshing winds
bringing the smell of spring
I'll miss the diversity of your talk
and the rhythm of your walk
But even though I'll miss you
I can't stay by you side
I might regret this decision
but right now, I need to say good bye
Actually it's not a good bye,
because I'll come back to you
My love, my dear London
I promise, I'll never forget about you!
