Since you've left, I tried everything to forget you. Removed all your stuff, hid your small things you couldn't take with you and even changed the sheet of your pillow and washed the towels to take your smell away. Everything's gone except one single cup next to my bed. The cup, that you used after we made love for the last time.

This morning you wrote me a mail. You wrote, that you miss me and you can't really take it. Once you said, that it's 'lúxus' for couples to get the chance to be together. You were damn right.

If i had the chance to hold you again, I'd never let you go.

[I wish I was brave enough to send these lines to you. But I'm not. I'll just let it fade away - as I always do]