chinese food.

i've been wondering if i would ever be able do it. it's not easy. it's not about putting a thing behind. it's about moving on. i really liked it, but it's gone. and i mean it's so gone. it was important though and i realize that. so, it's just like the seasons. winter is coming. autumn is leaving. and spring will arrive soon. my point is there's nothing i can do. i must deal with it. i must accept it. and the truth is that summer is important to know i fucking love winter. otherwise i wouldn't know how much i love it. it's kinda a comparative analysis. however, it doesn't imply that i won't miss it. i do. a lot. there's nothing really new about that. i miss the stuff even before the end. it's like i'm in great moment and i'm already missing it, when it is still happening. i'm always living one step ahead. kinda weird, i know. the good thing is that this time you didn't lock the door so i can go out sooner. you didn't break the door down or lock me inside. you just left. in the most natural way. and i thank you for that. now there's only a bottle of wine. it was and is the replacement i got. for so long i was waiting for you to come till the moment i realized i don't want it anymore. you should had stayed. but you didn't. books, music, movies and all the stupid stuff will drive me to you. not to you. to my you, which is something that don't exist in the real life. it's a mental trip i can't avoid to take. but not for so long. in the long run it doesn't matter. it will vanish and smooth. in the end it's just like chinese food. the moment you finish it, you don't remember anymore.