The past doesn't stop being only because it is past. The things I did, the words I said, the people I loved... all that HAPPENED and is there. It existed. It was real. It is really unfair that people reject you just because that past is no longer real. Do you think I changed you for others? Do you think I preferred others before you? Do you think that I was happy while I was away from you? Let me ilustrate the truth: I wasn't happy. I didn't enjoyed being away. I suffered, I cried and gave up all kinds of faith because I stopped believing in something better than this. I was alone. Completely alone. And I never understood why you always got angry because I didn't look for you when I had free time... but sometimes people need to be needed. I needed to feel that I was a requirement for someone's happiness. And if the people who are the reason why I'm writing this do not believe in what I'm saying, I invite them to see how my life is these days. Because no one needs me today and I'm still all by myself.
