• Nova

    by  • July 4, 2011 • Moving On • 0 Comments

    She was all that kept us together in the end.
    If it hadn’t been for Nova, I would have left months ago. I should have.
    The day you laid your hand to me, I should have turned around and walked away. But I didn’t.

    And how dare you think that I should still love you? How dare you have the audacity to think that you were so perfect, that I shouldn’t have changed? Would you have rather me stay and be constantly hurting, constantly putting up with your abuse? Of course. It’s what YOU wanted.

    Well, this was for me. And maybe I AM out of control now, but at least I’m fucking happy. Because there are a million things about this life that are better than the life I had with you. And I’m sorry that I have to say that, but it’s the truth.

    And thank God Nova wasn’t real. Thank God we didn’t have to bring a child into a relationship like that one. Can you imagine? So don’t you dare say, “But what about Nova?” Nova wasn’t real. She will never be real. That makes me sad, just as much as it makes you sad, even if you don’t believe it, but the fact of the matter is, she doesn’t exist and she never did, and she never will. She’ll just be a dream, a meaningless wish that won’t ever come true.

    Forget about me now. Forget about what we had, because it died. It’s dead, it’s gone.

    I’ll always be here for you. I’ll always be your friend. Some bonds can’t be broken. But our love isn’t there. It’s as fantasy as Nova was, and will remain that way.

    I tried to be perfect for you. Now, I need to be perfect for myself.

    Move on, Domo. There are better things out there for you. I know you can do much better than a liar, a cheater, a slut.

    Always,
    Bubbala

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