Nicolas leister
I kept wondering why, if Nick and I had broken up more than a year ago, I was crying now as if we were really done. At one point I had to go off the road, I had to turn off the engine and hug the steering wheel to sob without danger of colliding with someone. I cried for what we had been, I cried for what we could have become... I cried for him, for having managed to disappoint him, for having broken his heart, for getting him to open up to love just to show him that love did not exist, at least not without pain, and that that pain was capable of marking you for life. I cried for that Noah, that person who had been with him: full of life, who despite his inner demons he had known how to love with all his heart; I knew how to love Him more than I would love anyone else and that was also something to cry about. Nick was him, he was my half, and it was time to learn to live without her.
About Nicolas leister
I kept wondering why, if Nick and I had broken up more than a year ago, I was crying now as if we were really done. At one point I had to go off the road, I had to turn off the engine and hug the steering wheel to sob without danger of colliding with someone. I cried for what we had been, I cried for what we could have become... I cried for him,...Read more