parting [Theme] Page 5

Yes, I used to hurt, now I don't.

Breaking up is always painful, but sometimes necessary.

Death is the parting of partings.

I will warm your heart with my fragile soul...“

I don't even know why I hate him so much... Maybe I just still love him?

Leaning my back against the megalith, for some reason I remembered my first parting with a girl. I was then eighteen years old. And although I was ashamed to admit it, in those days I probably made all imaginable and inconceivable mistakes. He wrote hundreds of messages, sometimes calling her names, then persuading her to return. I called in the middle of the night. He stood with a bouquet of roses at the entrance door. He said that I would definitely change and fix everything. In general, complete darkness. Then years passed. I grew up, matured and realized that I behaved like a uniform rag and in fact, all this snot is bullshit. I am what I am. And owes nothing to anyone. I like it - good. I do not like it - the road is like a tablecloth. And if the girl left, then for me it means only one thing: she was eaten by the wolves.

And now I'm like a stranger to you, I'm like a curse.

Sometimes only after parting, you understand how dear a person was to you.

If your separation leads to such amazing choreographic results, I am in favor of you not being together.

If the Creator has divided you, then this is how it should be. It means that it is not time for you to be together yet. But this time will come. And how soon it depends only on you.

- There is nothing to forgive in love.

That there is no way out, and we have to say goodbye.

But you chose to leave ...

- That's right, they can only lose.