It takes so much time to finally get to a point where you can admit you were wrong. The whole time. You were wrong believing things could get better with the people who have, in the end, caused you all the suffering.

Of course we take some part of the blame.

Of course each of us played a role in hurting each other.

But who has suffered the most? Has this become now some sort of a race? Who cries the most, who doesn’t not eat, who doesn’t go out?

I heard people are asking about me.

I also heard people talking about you.

That you are better now and you moved on. Your life is way better than it was before.

Ignorance is bliss, after all.

We can pretend we never knew each other and perhaps that would be easier.

Only if…I didn’t have the memory of an elephant who remembers the most absolute unimportant shit. Including you sending flowers. Including us eating together. Sleeping next to each o