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This is to myself and to my lost loves

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Talking to you felt weird, somehow it always has. I could never really say what I felt for you, maybe it was all in my mind. You were the embodiment of a fantasy, of an aspiration. At some point, you might have been a comfort zone I felt warm in but it was all so artificial. When all is said and done, I know I could not be your man as much as you could not be my woman, the toughest part of parting ways was knowing I had no one to think about anymore. Maybe, though, your no saved us from being unhappy. Those tears, were real, though. So fuckin' real.

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To Beautiful Disaster (1)

So, today is the “Kiss a ginger” day. Your loss, I would have made mine a “Kiss a ginger” life. The hell with it, I still can.

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This song has always touched me, someway. Maybe because Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie is one of the albums that counted the most in my teenage years... Mostly, though, it depends on me. I’m one who lives a lot in the past, rethinking about all the things I should have said and done. There are have been so many lost loves in my life, from the ones I’ve only desired and never had to the ones I ran away from and the ones who ran away from me out of nowhere. We all have our scars, I have lots. Here, I decided to tell those lost loves the things I’d still want to say, post the song I would have (or have already) dedicated to them, the quotes that make me think about them.

I know, most probably none of them will ever read my words; even if they do, it won’t be so easy for them to understand they’re the actual addresses. I don’t care, I’m gonna use nicknames that I find suitable, so to save their privacy and mine. Basicly, I’m doing it for myself. If any of them reads, understands and catches up, I’ll worry about that when it happens. This place is made to share my feelings, the world is full with people who have loved and lost.

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYhhZQx0Xhg)