First, you think the worst is a broken heart.
Six Degrees of Separation
I'm here, in my room, sitting on the bed you bought for our apartment.
Only the darkness is emracing me.
The smell of cigarette filled the air.
Holding a bottle of whiskey in my right hand, and the letter you left me on the other.
What the hell happened to us?
I noticed the picture we took in the beach.
We both have a genuine smile in our faces.
I remebered that time clearly.
I got too busy with my work that I didn't have enough time for you anymore.
I remember you crying because of it.
And to make you feel better, I took you to the beach.
I know how much you love the sea.
It's calm, stress-free, simple, beautiful. Just like you.
The warm sand on our feet and the sweet smile on your face.
That was the best time of my life, having you by my side is just pure bliss.
We just fooled around, not worrying about anything.
You wrote our names on the sand.
We promised eachother... 'till forever.
You said you wanted a picture, as a proof.
A proof that even once in our complicated lives, we we're happy.
I smiled bitterly.
The taste of my tears mixing with the bitterness of alcohol.
And before I surrender myself to sleep, the last thing I remebered was your face.
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