I wrote your name on a piece of paper. I paid attention to the letters, to their shape, to their size.I wrote it with my favourite pen and with all my love. The moon was with me, she knows how bad it used to hurt, she knows what I was giving up. She knows how much I fought. I burnt the piece of paper with a red candle, watched it being consumed by fire. I made a wish, I wished I didn’t love you anymore. I wished you were nothing to me. I wished for my heart to be stronger, wiser. I blew the ashes away, in the frozen grass of a cold winter night, and the moon was watching me. She told me «now it’s up to you, go march to the beat of your own heart drum, don’t hang on to dust.». I saw my love fading away. Your eyes used to be so bright, your laugh used to make me shiver. You’re just a sound now. My heart still hurts, it hurts for me, for the pain I let myself endure. But it is stronger, I know it because the moon told me.
I wrote your name on a piece of paper and I stopped loving you.